Its 5 a.m.

Up without reason, bored to no end, and sad. Don't tell me to feel better or cheer up. Just listen to me when I say, I'm sad.

I miss someone. In fact, I might miss a few. But it ends there.

Its cold in my room and I'm dreading to go back in there. Not that there's some visible monster lurking in the darkness, but simply because there's an invisible one waiting for me...loneliness.

For months I've been itching and scratching to write a love poem. I can't. Not because I'm not IN love, but because I've questioned love more than I feel it. How am I suppose to express something that holds a big question mark over it?

All these boys are making me loathe some. They're either cumming or going. Noticed I said "cumming"?

My social life is at a halt. I don't think I can be around celebratory events with my attitude. I just might f-ck the whole sh-t up. -shrugs-

I would see a therapist about all of this if it was required for therapist themselves to not have any problems of their own. So I guess its either that, or deal with my issues solo. I'll take the latter.

Y'all don't hear me doe...