Writing has always been my voice, because I feel like I have no one else to talk to.
Sometimes I breathe, and I am filled with joy and I feel life is great and so am I. And those moments are wonderful.
But that's all they are.
Moments.
Usually I am terribly, secretly depressed. Trying to find solace in food and **** and alcohol and ***.
I just want to feel happy, all the time.
How did you do it? You made me someone who smiled at everyone and laughed. I was funny.
Why can't I be like that without you?
I used to try, and I told myself I was doing it for you..
I guess so maybe the universe would bring you back if I stayed positive.
But when I realized that wasn't going to happen..
I got lost. So, so lost.