Not in really proactive way, more a depressing way (as is my nature).
I feel neglected, alone, forgotten, used and and completely misunderstood.
I don't meant this teen angst wise...
it's something I've felt before, a few years ago.
that got fixed, eventually, but it took a couple of those few years to do so.
It's weird though, because my life isn't that bad, I have a job and a living spot and family, you know.
But we always forget the things we take for granted when it actually matters.
Maybe it's just major PMS, but I doubt it, it doesn't seem to add up.
We'll see.
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