This feeling, no longer strange.
Once sharp, now a dull ache.
All consuming, destroying.
I'm just not good enough.
I didn't try hard enough.
For now I will drown in a sea of self pity and self contempt.
No one will notice.
Why do you feign friendship?
Why do you feign love and caring?
Contact with the world brings only pain and anguish to my life.
My resentment is bitter.
Like acid, it burns me, gnawing away slowly, eating me alive.
I want OUT my mind screams.
There is no way out of this hell, this prison, this cyclone of destruction.