I'm sorry.

I'm not sure to whom. But sitting here listening to Florence and the Machine. Thinking about everything. Tears welling under my eyes. And the only words I can think to say are that I'm sorry. I don't know what I did. Maybe I did everything. Maybe everything is wrong. I'm not sure. I just know I'm sorry. The tears are gone now. I think I liked it better when I felt them there just now. I need to feel something. Something to show me I'm alive and normal. Something to show me everything's going to be okay. I'm so incomplete. I just don't know anymore. Tomorrow I'll wake up same as any day. Take a hot shower. Convince myself it makes me feel better. Spend too long on my appearance to impress no one. And go out into the world. Live a life I'm tired of living. Stick the thought in the back of my brain. And forget about it. I don't have a choice right now. I'm stuck in central Indiana. Without a clue. Without someone to hold me. Without someone to laugh with. I'm here on my own. I don't have a choice anymore. And I hate it.

These don't come often do they? I try not to burden you with my problems. But I just had to something. Anything.