01242009

And it's done. Again. Ish.

I hate how much everything gets to me.

I hate how hard this is.

I hate being so dependent.

Like I've said before,

I hate how I've come to depend on someone else for happiness.

Because, as I've learned,

I'm always let down.

But apparently,

I haven't learned

because I keep falling back into that same pattern.

I hate being alone.

Being surrounded by even a large group of people

means nothing

because in the end,

I'm still lonely.

Pathetic.

Done.

Fin.

Gen01242009