Peace.

At Peace. 

My wifey wrote me my own song. When she played it, we both edited it, and the piano music filled my heart and soul and I felt like, it could be the story of my life.

Although my throat and heart are killing me. It hurts to breathe. 

I feel like I just need someone, or just a pet to love. I'm so alone there isn't anyone there for me, only me. Everyone got someone else, I think I need to feel special to someone. And no one is there, so I just feel like I'm all by myself. 

I had a talk with Bry yesterday. I think everytime I talk to him he opens my eyes to things a bit more. 

I feel that, I'm sick of always breaking down. Then I ALWAYS have to pick up myself and be strong. But the truth is, I'm not strong. I feel like I just want to stay in pieces, and wait for someone to pick them up and stick them back together for me. Instead of myself ALWAYS doing it alone. But I know that no one is there to pick them up. 

It is so hard to deal with a person like me, I can say that I understand a lot of things, most people my age don't. And, not too many people can handle a person like me. So where am I. I'm at a loss, shattering into pieces everynight but putting them back together in the morning. I'm so sick of it. It drives me crazy. I just want someone else to do it for a change. 

Oh well. It will be a LONG time before someone like that will care that much about someone like me. So for now. 

I'll be at peace, and pretend like nothing is wrong.