Not quite sure...

Is there anything worse than being alone in the world, even though you're surrounded by lots of people? Most likely not. I feel that way sometimes, I hate being by myself...even though I tend to be that way a lot. Music and books seem to be my only release into the world, my only friends at times. Writing is like talking to a book I guess. I tend to do that a lot too, as you see here...

I know noone reads my blog, simply because I'd see some comments or some feedback about things if people did, ya know? Why follow someone on a blog anyway? Doesn't a blogger's life seem boring and paper thin? Not many thing's seem to happen if they are on all the time, and if they are here sparinly, they don't tend to write about what has been happening to them.

It's going to be a long night, fight after fight, I feel like things are headed down a deep dark drain in which never to return to the light of day. Ever feel like that? It sucks. I would know(saddly). Well whats wrong? Life falling appart, day by day a little box of hope is moved into a storage container and left there for good, along with fun, happiness, and pure joy among the least. Things left are re-organized for later use, such as hate, loneliness, shame, and hopelessness. (<-- thats a long word....)

Hm...if I were a spot of tea I'd boil and scream at the top of lungs, maybe then someone would hear my pain and pour themselves a cup of it, just so they could drink it down and find that it too makes them feel the same way. Hard, cold, and a bit watery. Oh, but you wouldn't dare stick a sugar cube to me would you? Yet you do, just to make the truth easier to swallow. Then there I sit, in a deep dark pit, lonely and frustrated. Wondering...listening...to all the things that go on outside, hearing things that I do not wish to hear, mad thoughts that I should not be thinking! Then burned by the acid of hate and disapproval! Shoved and pushed down a longer and even darker path. Then flushed away never to be seen again...What a mad world this is. Life inside a teapot, as the tea itself. -sigh-