January 12, 2017

So I suppose all that I complain about has been brought on by none other than myself. Why is that? Some would think that I've tortured myself long enough but somehow it never seems enough. I made a move thinking I could escape myself and start fresh. Little did I know how much more I would be punishing myself, no job, no friends. I have family all over but they have their own lives to live and respectfully so. Why is it that what I want out of life never seems to come to fruition? It isn't sabatoge, it isn't because I don't want to be happy because I do. I want to belong somehow, somewhere, someway.  I guess I want what all those fairy tales promised.