Alone

So what happened to me?  I think back to when I did have ‘real’ friends…and it must have been at least 10 years ago.  I’ve never felt more alone than I do now.  Is it my fault?  Do I run people away?  Am I afraid of letting people in?  I don’t like the feeling of being so alone, but am I getting used to it?  I’ve become a hermit and I don’t even know how it happened.  My biggest fear in life is not death nor speaking in public…it’s growing old alone.

Absence

Does absence really make the heart grow fonder…or does it just give time to forget?

To be or not to be

I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to physically be here nor do I want to be in this point in time. Sometimes I just wish I could disappear. I’ll keep trying.