Recluse (cynicalrecluse) wrote, @ 2004-05-31 23:48:00

Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Panacea and Cativo - Live on Radio FM4

It seems almost certain
There is no one out there that is like me, or that understands me. No one who knows what I enjoy, or more importantly, even cares. I'm too "boring" for the rest of the planet in my current state. Nothing caused me to right this, nothing in particular. Just a quiet revelation I've had while sitting here as I so often do. I think my fears will be realized if someone doesn't fix whatever broke in me. I need to change what I have become, but I don't think I can. If there is one word to describe my future it is this: Despair.

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