I want to live and breathe.

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
'cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?


Eighteen years in the same city, not even one friend to show for it. Some I've pushed away, some pushed me away themselves, some decided they disliked me too much as a person. And before I knew it, it was too late to make any more. I couldn't do it, it wouldn't happen.

This is a fullstop I'm stuck on, there's got to be a new chapter somewhere around the corner. Locating that particular corner is a bit of an issue... there's just so many.

In my head I sit alone in a corner, in a little emo bubble. Wondering, wondering, wondering.