Vent

It always seems that I have more to write about when I'm not feeling good.
This is my way of venting everything that's on my mind.
That's probably because I don't want to bother people with what's going on in my head.
I'm afraid of exposing the parts of me that leave people feeling bad. Feeling bad about what I feel, and left feeling bad about themselves because most of them are living a happier life than myself.
So I write.
And I have written a lot these last few weeks.
I sometimes wonder who actually reads all of this.
And I wonder even more who actually cares.
As I expose myself time and again, it seems like the world is watching and remains mute.
But does it even matter?
Is there anyone capable of helping me anyway?
My dark thoughts don't see a positive outcome.
I have attempted to break the cycle the past year, but every time again I ran into a wall.
It sometimes seems I am destined to remain by myself...
And I wonder how I will cope with that.

Guess I haven't finished writing just yet...