My Struggle
My Struggle
I’m trying to tell some of my story, will you listen?
The Problem:
I think there is a problem. We need good results. This life, feels like a trap, and like they have done it to hurt me. I want out of this mess. I need someplace that I feel safe, and that isn’t going to hurt me. My family thinks I’m completely crazy. They don’t listen to what I have to say, and only ask if I’m on my medication. They only understand from their point of view. They take no time to understand my points. It seems, they don’t even care!
I need someone to help me sort this mess out. I’m not able to do such on my own. There is too much information, and too many things to take into consideration. Someone will have to look at it all, and make heads or tails of it. I want answers to my questions. Maybe, no one has real answers? Maybe someone could look at it, and understand it? How do you make sense of this mess we have today?
The isolation makes me feel trapped. Feel trapped for too long, and you want to escape. I’ve said this before, but no one seems to understand it. This world feels like a trap to me. Is anyone here? No one seems to be reading, and no one seems to understand what I’m saying. Maybe, this world is empty?
Talk with me. Spend some time, and read what I have to say. Think about it.