Monday, April 18, 2011

Broken

Sometimes, I don't even know what happens to me. I find myself curled up in bed, unable to do anything except stare at the wall as tears soak my pillow. These are the days that make me think that there is something wrong with me.

If I was normal, people would want to be around me, right?

Yes, blog, this is a cry for help. Again. I just can't do it. I can't make it on my own anymore.

1 comment:

  1. It's been a hard week, BanZhang. I'm soul-tired. I'm sick of people, and how the treat me. I'm sick of this and that and the other. I just want it to stop. Um. I'm not sure how this is supposed to help you.

    I love you!

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