If you could only see...

Christopher.

I'm sick of money. family. friends. over everything.

get me out of here.

Claudemaus.

I've decided that my new year's resolution will be that to make more of an effort to meet more people, be in contact with more friends and double my salary by the end of the year (dream on dream on). Screw being poor and lonely. I'm better than this.

Dean.

Lately, I've been feeling really lonely and lost. There's something in my head which just shuts off my optimistic outlook and the darkness just surrounds. I sit on the couch and stare into space wondering where the hell I'm going and why aren't I moving faster. I often sit on the tram and get a cold chill; no one is there. I'm just never comfortable, secure, settled. Something is always plaguing my mind and I'm fucking sick of it. I just can't tell anyone. For a boy who talks and writes so much shit, I have one hell of a major communication problem with my emotions.

I just need to know that everything will be okay.

Arrgh.

OnAirwithBlackPunk : Sheryl Crow - The Difficult Kind