ugh life is so bland yet everflowingly vibrant i cant seem to move outside of my shell, im being kept inside and it hurts. the cramped space of boredom overflows me, and again im lost at the begining...the end will never seem close. life seems so pointless a neverending journey with the painful twists of choas inbetween tthe long worn road im traveling. why is it so far infront of me. the answer i want...everyone seems so far away im in constant state of lonliness..is this self pity im grimed with. doubtfull the pity i feel for noone cant step back to myself just a wild complaining im so used to doing the heartbreak of an unending void. dont touch my i dont need to be touched or talked to softly i need to be understood something thatll never come. i dont need to be held or told im beautiful or great or that im going far in life. i dont need to be told im loved i already know who loves me and who just pretends. pretense such a funny way of putting life back on track with the person you hate the most. pretense is my life story. nothing is ever real. a constant state of fiction. and your so far away look around im already gone