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anonymous · 06-06-2011, 07:48 AM

Life in general is scorching my groove. I was sick to my stomach all last night and slept fitfully. I'm going in and out of depression. My job isn't what it was cracked up to be. I'm lonely, alone, tired...unable to do things that need to happen, have to happen, to retain my sanity. Money is always an object. A 'friend' has been accusing me to another friend of something I did not, would not, do (the 'friend' who is fast becoming a raging alcoholic.) I hate my town. I hate the rat race. I want to live in solitude, but I am tired of being alone. I don't let anyone close because I just can't trust anyone. I am at once guarded and an open book. I have nightmares and I seem to cry easily.

Thanks for listening.

06-06-2011, 07:48 AM	#589
anonymous Operations Operative Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: in hiding Posts: 578	Life in general is scorching my groove. I was sick to my stomach all last night and slept fitfully. I'm going in and out of depression. My job isn't what it was cracked up to be. I'm lonely, alone, tired...unable to do things that need to happen, have to happen, to retain my sanity. Money is always an object. A 'friend' has been accusing me to another friend of something I did not, would not, do (the 'friend' who is fast becoming a raging alcoholic.) I hate my town. I hate the rat race. I want to live in solitude, but I am tired of being alone. I don't let anyone close because I just can't trust anyone. I am at once guarded and an open book. I have nightmares and I seem to cry easily. Thanks for listening.