jora

Underage

Her world controlled,
secretly ruled, an accepted dyarchy.
Refuge found only in the typhoon's eye.
Numb to parental love,
gleefully, the whip falls
on scab-caked skin.

So, the "single scene" sucks big time. I've had no luck at all. Maybe it's my trust issues. Maybe I'm too picky. My short attention span? Whatever. I just want to find myself a good woman. Men are a dead end.
Sigh...

I am officially entering the "single scene" again and I think I may be ill. Now I remember why I stopped dating. I cannot click with anyone, and I don't think it's only my personality getting in the way. I am convinced that the world is doomed. There is not much quality left in it. I find that very sad. I am thankful for my...
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Not so depressed today, but the world is an odd place and it's making me nervous. I need a vacation. I want to run away somewhere and recharge. Either that, or I need Paxil...I'm just high-strung I think. Too many deaths and too many changes lately. It's making me feel sh-shakey.

I'm kind of depressed today. Feeling hopeless. I hate when I get this way. I've no idea what's wrong with me. I'm almost postitive that there are no people in the world that I can connect with.

This is my first journal entry. Does anyone read these? Does anyone really care what I have to say?