There's no metal bat around. There is no alcohol to hide behind. Only tears.
*sigh*
I feel pressure building up in my goddamn brain. Literally! Yikes. I need sleep but I won't be able to. More than 2 hours since I've gotten home and haven't moved much, haven't changed much. Sitting here fading away, and thinking that things will be better next week.

Why do I feel so alone? That no one gives a fuck? (They really don't you idiot). That I would use most of my energy to help someone, to talk to them, to just be there, and they can't be there for me. At all. Not even a smidgeon. You utterly selfish cruel bastards. Of course though, who I want to pet and comfort me just aren't here to do so. I have lamented about this a million times already but just thouht I'd mention it for the million and 1st time.