I need to feel sane again.

when i go insane it's not good.

now that i'm back "home" i have no place to call my own.

it stresses the fuck out of me that i have to live by everyone else's rules.

i'm not prepaired to do that.

i want to be me,

not who you want me to be.

I'm sick of sitting here and doing nothing.

i'm sick of never opening my mouth,

i'm sick of my fingers beating out my words

my vocal cords need excercize.

my eyes need sunlight.

my legs need sidewalk and parking garage floor underneith them.

i need coffee in my stomach.

I need laughter and affection.

I need my own appartment.

i need you to try to understand why i feel like this.