random crap

Well, hello there blog readers, if there are any of you, but i'm pretty sure there isn't. And if there is: I'm sorry you have to put up with my complete babbling.
Anyway, work is going good, when there are nice people working with me, of course. Let me tell you this: the guys are sooooo much nicer than the girls.

I'll be there

When you're feeling down,
When your skies are grey,
I will always be around.
I will hold your hand,
I will be your strength,
I will be anything you need me to be.
This is who I am,
What I'm here for,
and I'd never leave your side.
When times are tough,
and hope is lost,
I'll be the light to guide your way.
Together we'll fight,
Together we'll fall.
Together we will stand tall.

It sucks that much.

I don't like being at home. It doesn't feel like home. It doesn't feel safe like it's supposed to. It feels desolate. There's no joy here. It feels so lonely.

I get so lonely when I'm here. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being verbally abused by my brother when I don't do anything. I already have low self-esteem, and when he yells at me, it plummets. I hate being here. I hate feeling like an outcast. Everywhere I go, I'm alone.

I don't just read because I enjoy it. I read so I don't feel alone.

Maybe, I'm spose to be alone. Hell, my best friend rarely talks to me.

I hate this.

- Slipping Mentality