maybe we can talk this over

there is something not right.
there really isnt.
if everything was truely okay, i wouldnt be feeling like this.
continually let down by non existant things; tired of living (not that i want the alternate, just tired of living); bored to the point of sleeping; constant need to be in my bed; not wanting to do a single thing..
i've been here before.
i just want to be home!
tears are so easy to jump to my eyes. for happy, for sad, for everything.
it started with the one thing that makes me happy.
its so jaded.
i dont even know what im talking about.
this isnt me writing, is it? because when did the words become to blunt and when did i lose my way?
i cant handle this anymore.

sorry for the lack of update, you can see why i havent.