Stop and Stare

I often wrap my hair around my finger and pretend I’m far far away, life tends to get on my nerves, it becomes a place I wish not to stay. I tend to dream and think what could have been, I see happiness and adventure but I remind myself it’s all just a dream.

It doesn’t surprise me when the world is in pain, I watched a friend commit suicide and I can’t complain. I would too if I had the guts but some people need me to muster up. I often find myself in the Center of all others problems, trying to find a solution but really who’s to bother.

I know I sound bitter but life has been hard for a while, haven’t had a phone to pick up and dial, didn’t bother to contact nor to be searched for. I prefer living in my lonesome, at least I just have myself to blame, tired of playing the name game I’m slowing going insane.