within are my poems, my thoughts, my dreams, a few life events here and there, music i like listening to, movies i saw…definitely a lot of some of me in here…

i know i have just a tiny problem…i just wanted someone to listen…but nobody…i had no one…it is so sad here…and when im not doing anything the feeling of this sadness gets sharper…like a knife in your flesh being pressed harder…i listen to people a lot…a lot of people likes telling me about their problems…but when it’s my turn….i have no one…and it’s so sad…