Don’t Look Down

I read some of the things I posted back when I began going downhill. I realized that I still feel the same way I did then.
I'm so fucking confused. I want this to go away.
So much for talking everything out...that never happened. They don't even care to. I think I should probably force myself to say something if talking is the only thing that seems to fix things anymore.

Gallagher is being painfully obvious in being sympathetic. She stopped me in the middle of the hallway before first period to ask if I was okay. I said I was fine. "Okay...Just checking up on you..."
During class, she asked if I wanted to work with Tina, even though she hates it when we sit near each other. She goes in to a rage.

I've tried to figure things out but I never got a chance to.  I was left alone and I feel uncomfortable / embarrassed / criticized and so many other things when talking about it to anyone else. The only person that I can talk comfortably to doesn't even care to talk. I hate that more than anything. It hurts so much that I feel this way and can't do anything about it no matter how hard I've tried.
I'm getting to the point of going out and walking up to the first person I see --  just try and get somewhere.



Maybe you just have to sleep in someone else's bed.
Maybe you just have to keep searching for something.