So afraid of putting pen to paper, for fear of what may spill. Needlessly I complicate my life, but all I'm trying to do is make the best of what I have.
R mentioned that something's happened to make all the Virgo's withdraw into their shells, and I know that's true when it comes to me. This birthday was a slow moving, hazy nightmare. With nothing really scary, yet so much pain.
24, and already tired of fighting life. Blessed with family, people who care, food, shelter, a job, even excess flab to support me in case there's a famine, and I'm still so unhappy ! Don't pray, so not interested in begging, or recriminations. Cliched, but true, to have everything and nothing all in one.
Which is why I refuse to update this blog. No one wants to read a whine, and my sense of humour has up and disappeared, leaving behind sarcasm, tinged with fear, depression and heavy with the stench of anger.