Listen: my moody winamp playlist
mood: ...

I've finally figured it out. That I don't belong anywhere. That I'm not welcome anymore. That I'm losing touch with people I cared about, and thought actually gave a damn about me. But now I realise that I was never liked as much as I thought.
Maybe it's just me. That I'm looking for attention, but in all the wrong places. Or that, i get pissed off with ppl for not trying to make an effort to get to know me..when i'm the one doing exactly that. I haven't been out for awhile. It was good going to the city with lisa the other day, i miss our outings. I miss leanne, and amy and rach. But i never seem to do anything about it do I. I just let things happen..let things pass me by. Or I let others do things for me, cos i'm nervous - or shy..or just don't know how to help. I just don't know what to do. That's the story of my life. I never know where to begin, how to act, how to do things the right way. What's the right away about doing things? I want so many things, I wish I could be so many things I'm not. But I'm just me. I'm just evelyn. The same old girl, who has basically been driving herself down her own little path of destruction.
Do I want anyone to care? I think I do. I think that's why I write this. Maybe someone out there will relate, and feel sympathy towards me. no. I don't think I write for that. I like to think I write for me. A place for my own fears, dreams, and passions. A place to put my emotions down.
Fuck. How can I let myself be so stupid into believing that anyone actually gives a damn. I don't understand this world, the way people work. Why friends hate each other so much in e-mails, then be so fucking fine with it in person. I don't understand anymore. I don't want to understand either. I'm sick fo trying to understand others and no one giving a fuck to understand me. I don't know what I want anymore. I'm just fucked. I have emotions spewing. All I want to do is cry, but fuck, this is for the tears that I can't let go.
Maybe i'm just selfish. I'm living a selfish life. Everything is a mess.
Isn't anyone trying to find me..won't somebody come take me home.
It's a damn cold night, trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I'm with you.