Thursday
I feel like a piece of shit since Thursday. It hurts. I need someone to tell me it will be ok. I need someone to understand the nothingness that happens in my life. I need compassion and a few kind words. I need soft human touch. I need to feel love, to feel that I’m loved and wanted, that I’m accepted and needed. But all I have are these 4 walls. All I do now is to set on fire anything I can, till the last bridge I could find. It seems that I live in the wrong place in the wrong time. And there were never right place or right time for me, and there probably never would be. I can’t understand what’s wrong with everything. Why it’s so hard? Why it’s never true? What’s wrong with me? I can’t see anything in the horizon. I know that nothing will ever change. I can’t change. I won’t change.