Thursday

If I walked away today...and never looked back. I'm convinced I'd only be missed for what I do for people. Me, is expendable. As long as I entertain, take care of, and don't interfere; I'm tolerated. What the hell kind of existence is this? Like an animal burned by fire. i retreat. I'm tired of being the butt of everybody's agenda. Tired of being on the periphery. Tired of trying to guess what's behind ever gesture of every person. Tired because most won't speak honestly of their intentions. Tired of people. I don't know if I will ever find happy again. I don't know if I'd recognize it if I did.