I want to write about a simple or possibly complex sadness.
I am writing this because I woke up crying this morning, and I don't have any idea why or for what reason. I feel like something is missing or something is incorrect. As I write this, I am still crying, not sure what to do. On top of feeling compelled to visit my living room. For what purpose; it serves me no answers. I have tried sleeping again, no use, I tried distracting myself, again, to no avail. Maybe I am lost? Trapped? Wandering in circles on a temporal plane that isn't mine and that I don't understand. It's a void, I have felt this off and on for sometime now, yet only when my emotions are at there highest. This phenomena baffles me into a new sense of confusion. All the while I spend retracing steps to hopefully find the animal that left these prints, only a sound, or a tail disappearing around the next corner.
Always evading me. Ever elusive. No luck in any endeavor of this hunt. And every time I think I get close, something else is the cause, and not the thing I search for. Is it exhaustion? Loneliness? Not good enough? Or other unseen problems? I don't know anymore. It feels like I have been on this escapade all my life when in reality, it's been a few years. What are my next steps? What am I to do now? With what little family I have left, I get support and encouragement, and though I do not blame them or think they know, it feels like they too, their words are a void.
Empty...
I don't believe in myself, and I don't care for myself. Not sure why I don't, I just... I don't know. I would give anything to know, and how to fix it, I wish I knew as well. Yet, never have I had answers.
I feel that...
That everything I want to do or try to do, almost always gets pulled from me as I reach out to grasp for it... My life feels like it is slowly losing life; turning gray as it were. Bland, boring, and I don't know what to do.
I don't write, yet here I am spilling my words like it would change something. Hmm, ironic ain't it? I just felt compelled to say, write, draw something that would let me at least try to relieve myself. It doesn't seem to be doing it though...
When I was younger, I had a small diagnosed case of depression. And as my world grew, so did my outlets. These outlets allowed me to express myself in ways I didn't think possible. Until recently, I thought I was happy, where things couldn't get me down, where I was my #1 person! And yet, I had this tugging at me, my being. I put it off, and ignored it every time it showed up. And that seemed to work.
...For a while...
Now I can't get rid of it, kill it, slay it! I am at a loss and I feel defeated. I spent so much time avoiding my own stuff and helping others because it felt good, and possibly because it was easier. I didn't think it at the time. I was the guy that takes time out of his day to talk to people regardless of the topic, I have helped friends, family, and even total strangers through tough times and hardships. Just to find out my own demons are dragging me back to darkness whilst I fight to find the light. For you people who know me, you know I am that funny, lighthearted guy just out to make someone's day better. Now I need help and can't say it. It's dark and quiet down here, and I don't know what to say or do. I just...
...I don't know...
I am a wallflower so to speak, keep to myself mostly and consider myself to be the observer in most cases. But I sprout after a while, if given the chance. But there are things I keep to myself and for my own reasons. I don't ever say anything because I feel it to be a burden on others or it's something I need to do myself because it is my problem to deal with. I wonder if that has something to do with that whole wallflower thing. I like to do things on my own, and give my current circumstances, I don't have many friends left...
I feel secluded.
Alone...