A Step Back

Frustration, builds inside me. I am surrounded by people who have felt wronged by me. Enemies abound, I cant feel safe any longer.

I just dont know what to write anymore, I feel so polluted by this inner darkness, this unquenchable fear and loathing that never seems to dissipate. Every journal entry filled with depressing banter about the trivialities of my life.

I cant be myself any longer, I'm not willing to suffer the resulting downfall. I've closed myself off in a lot of ways, back when I was a teenager I was such an asshole, a selfish dick that didnt care about anyone or anything. I've grown accustomed to feeling and being that way again.

Is this the result of growing up? Tackling responsibility and maturing to a point that no other respects or even can appreciate. Im no longer in the mood to question, only act. It's been a while since I've written, probably will be a bit longer until my next post.