Another diary entry
It's hard to say what comes first the miserable disposition or the things that happen in your life. Wouldn't it be insanity to be happy with a miserable life?
It's hard to let things go and they even follow you around. And no matter how hard you try the same circumstances about until and no matter how you try to deal with them the end result is generally the same.
When I had my own place and car I was happy. I felt like I was working towards something. I don't know how people can take things away from you and still have a clean conscience.
( I lost everything because I was making shit working for the HVAC company and helping a brother and friend.)
I just keep struggling for normalcy, but people get in the way and they think it's ok. I've never done drugs except a lile weed and alcohol, never abused anyone, never stolen or cheated anyone, but I've had these things happen to me. And they go on living their happy lives while I am miserable.
I don't feel like myself anymore. I just want to go back to who I was and I guess that's all I can do is just try and go back to myself. Keep fighting for normalcy. I'd be happy with just being normal again. Even if it meant that I will never write anything of importance. There is already plenty written with meaning and I'm going to miss it if I close my eyes to it and never read.
Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try and figure out what people want you to say. Figure out what you want to say. You are the only one that needs to hear it anyways.
It's hard to let things go and they even follow you around. And no matter how hard you try the same circumstances about until and no matter how you try to deal with them the end result is generally the same.
When I had my own place and car I was happy. I felt like I was working towards something. I don't know how people can take things away from you and still have a clean conscience.
( I lost everything because I was making shit working for the HVAC company and helping a brother and friend.)
I just keep struggling for normalcy, but people get in the way and they think it's ok. I've never done drugs except a lile weed and alcohol, never abused anyone, never stolen or cheated anyone, but I've had these things happen to me. And they go on living their happy lives while I am miserable.
I don't feel like myself anymore. I just want to go back to who I was and I guess that's all I can do is just try and go back to myself. Keep fighting for normalcy. I'd be happy with just being normal again. Even if it meant that I will never write anything of importance. There is already plenty written with meaning and I'm going to miss it if I close my eyes to it and never read.
Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try and figure out what people want you to say. Figure out what you want to say. You are the only one that needs to hear it anyways.
