Want

to rant about so much and I really do have so much to say. But the truth of it all is that EVEN IF SOMEONE DID CARE, I probably still wouldn’t say anything. So tired of the same old reactions to the same old thing. You would think that by now it would be familiar. And sometimes it is, sometimes I can feel it coming just by the way my head feels. Regardless, the same drone follows it always. I still remain completely unsure and afraid which is completely inane. Especially considering this is the way its been with every person I’ve known since I was a kid. It’s like, this is the only thing that I can’t form habitual feelings or patterns for. I’ll never get used to it. I don’t want to be here. I don’t need to be here. So why the hell am I here?