In this world, I feel alone. I live in a house full of people, yet no one knows me. What do I like to do for fun? I don’t know anymore. My life is not own, and my path has been covered in mud. What brought me joy only brings pain, so I lock all the pain into small boxes and release it in small increments by the tears I cry alone in my room. No one really knows me, and I honestly thinks no one wants the baggage. I just wish could fly far away, and disappear without a trace. Maybe, just maybe I’ll be free. I can’t enjoy a glass of wine because the next morning I feel incredibly sad, I’m always angry or sad, or just not happy. I miss the old me, the happy me, how do I find her again?
My 29TH birthday was on Tuesday, and I’ve been feeling depressed since Sunday because I KNOW it would be disappointing. I was hoping for one thing, one thing that always brighten my day, handwritten cards from my sister. I didn’t get them. No one in my family made a big deal out of my birthday, but that’s typical of my birthday anyway... I don’t think I’ll celebrate them anymore. Just another day...
