Change;

It's like everyday is becoming more and more of a challenge. Keeping my composure is starting to get extremely difficult. Change...well, for one, I'm not comfortable with the way things are turning out. I do not like how things are now, and I'd rather rip my fucking eyes out than continue with this.
It's extremely easy to think about it, but when actually talking about, is when the emotions start to pour out of me. Two sentences is all I can usually get through until the conversation gets interrupted. Nothing is a safe room for me anymore, my word trade is now cut off. No matter how many times I say "I love you" or "I miss you" things never change. First you don't want it, then when it happens, you want it to change back. Ha, funny how change works, huh?

I feel like it's been a hundred days on this deserted island called "my life". I'm looking out towards nothing but blue thinking "how the fuck did I get here?" The sun is beaming, but the night comes quick. What am I to do with all this dark? I feel like my own worst enemy. Counting the days until your ship finally sees me, and until then, I am stranded.