Deaf.

Where are my friends when I need them most?
When I need to get something off my chest, nobody is around.

I don't really shout out that I need someone to talk to, so those who don't know I need it, I don't blame.
But when I pick someone out for a reason - whatever that reason may be - they don't hardly carry a conversation with me.

It's not fair that when they need someone, I'm always around. But when it's the other way around, I'm not able to talk to them.


I needed my friends this past week. I needed my dad, too, but that's another story.
Only one friend stepped up to the plate this week, and that was Kristen.

And I guess who I'm really irritated with are those who knew what was going on, but wouldn't hold a conversation with me.

I need to talk. I need to get it out of my system.
But nobody would listen.



Did you guys know that there was a moment when I was almost positive that he died?
No, I guess you wouldn't. You wouldn't let me talk it out.


So please don't expect me to listen to you next time.





Because, thanks to you, I had to ride out the fear alone.

Damn.

I can't seem to find a subject to write about that won't make me sound like I'm whining about something.

There's plenty on my mind, I just can't decide on what subject I want to get into.
Or, if I finally find something, I lose heart half way through and kind of half-ass write it. And I don't want to do that.

I think I'm trying to keep this blog constructive, and not let it be just about what's going wrong in my world.

Maybe I'll start writing about my experiences. Like, clubbing? And concerts.. Hmm.

Sorry to anybody who's a regular reader. I just can't focus.

If you want, leave me a comment. Let me know what you think.
(I doubt I'm gonna have any, but it's worth a shot.)