nothing.

once again i'm questioning everything.
i'm only entirely sure about one thing (and those who know me know what that is... but i'm almost certain people are sick of hearing me talk about it).

i don't know what i'm doing here. it's like i'm just biding time. and i don't know how to be with myself.
it's this kind of mood that makes me burn journals and delete online personal information.
i'm retreating into an imaginary hole. i'm about to run. but i have nowhere to run and no means to do it.
i don't know how to be with myself.
i want to be with people. but i feel like i wear out my welcome so easily... and seemingly so quickly. and who wants to be with someone who feels so damaged so often?
i keep sucking it up. it's getting fucking old. if this is the rest of life, i'm done.
i'm questioning everything.
and i don't know how to be with myself.