It's in human nature that we need someone to confide our problems to. I may not seem like a person with feelings because I rarely show my emotions to people, even those around me. Somehow, I just don't want to share, partially because of my ego, and I guess another part of me thinks that they would not understand. It has pretty much becoming a part of the social norm when it comes to my circle of friends. It kills me to actually know that nobody would acknowledge my feelings anymore when I'm down and dealing with personal issues. I can't really blame them because it was me who wanted this. When it comes to my family, I know they know I'm dealing with all of the problems but apparently, they couldn't say anything. Hey, I may be like a heartless asshole, but I'm still human. I have to admit, these emotional attachments really do affect me, but I just never had the courage to actually say them aloud. I'm pissed with myself for not knowing what could really ease my pain. It's like I'm always complaining and whining yet I'm still not making an effort to actually do something bout it. I'm confused, basically my whole life and I'm not planning to prolong it anymore. Fuck this, I need to turn to God more and of course, cigarettes.
