Dry bones

12/27/11

I thought I was good at numbing the sadness. After all, I hate the thought of pitying myself and being pitied. But I replace my sadness with anger, defensiveness, doing dumb things, and by just being mean.. and that’s not a great alternative. I hate voicing my feelings, but by not doing so, everything’s only backfired on me. I’m not as pessimistic as much as I along with everyone else probably thinks. I seek good things, good relations with people, and most importantly, hope. I’m not even asking to be cured of my afflictions, but a little light and a little hope would sure as hell help this pathetic life of mine.  But unsurprisingly, I am left empty-handed and bitter.