Are you there at all??

These few days passed without hearing much from you. Who had been the one accompanying me? Would i be happier had it been you? Maybe so maybe not. I no longer know who is who. My work is constantly piling up and wearing me out. My mum is of no help either. Constantly rubbing salt into my open wounds and occasionally picking at the stitches and rubbing salt in.

Work. It has never been enjoyable. If one can get such a job, then hold onto it. But how many can actually get one? Ha!

I feel so numb. I wish i was still 12. Young and ignorant. Being "in" was all that mattered. I wish i could pick that blade up again. Just to make me "feel" again.

Are you waiting for my message? Will you be waiting for it? Will i ever have what use to be? I am tired. I've been trying and living in my own dreams but are they real? Or are they really just my own dreams. Maybe we're all too caught up with our own lives right now.