Hiding and masking this sadness with another more bearable and common one. So typical.
Stuck up in the past. I realize I can't get a move on... No matter how
much I know and want to move to the next stage in life...
Young, careless and free... Ah, those were the good old days... I am getting old. The numbers are catching up to me and hits me right there.
It's like I'm watching the passing of my youth.
Too much thinking. Everything in my mind and scattering bits and pieces everywhere in cyberspace. Yes, I think too much. And I am lonely...
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