freewrite:
i feel busy, i am not sure if this is the place i was supposed to be, do you know what it is to be around people that make it feel like you are in their way? do you know what it is to feel alone while there is someone in the bed next to yours? i feel sorry for you, with your insecurities flagging unstoppable into my eyes like raindrops i feel sorry for you with you negative thoughts piercing any happiness you could ever hope for, your hopes are not what you really want and you will see that in the end, if they are that means that you must hope to die because the result is not called living, it is standing still, it is molding yourself into someone else, it is creating a world within the real one, it will not protect you as the time floods into your universe, real life is waiting and knocking at your door, it holds flowers and i'm sorry notes and begs to be let in but you shut it out. hoping for something else you blame real life as you trip over yourself and your own mistakes, you blame other lives as you cut away true friends and you are sorry for yourself and alone and it is solely your fault.
