40 Locust St., Oberlin OH

Here I am alone again, alone with my thoughts. At least during school there are people to interact with. Now it’s just me. The summer of just my thoughts. Yep.

Writing this is last resort desperation. It means I have no where else and no one to whom I can turn. The pain of reality is overwhelming. So many battles I can’t fight alone. It’s so frustrating and exhausting. All those voices saying, “you can talk to me” without the ability to listen. I can’t believe this reality. Fuck it. I can’t believe I’m here. No one will know what this is about. This is no game. I have no justifications or any need for them. I’m just full of hate and I just want to burn. Well if I have to burn, I’ll burn. I want to feel it.