I'm done crying.

I'm done being nice.

I don't think I'm quite ready to be open and everyone's good friend.

Look what nice and friendly got me. In a brutal world where people, more often than not, don't really know what they want and don't always say what they mean, being cold and reclusive is the only defense I know.

Sorry God, for being angry with you. I'd still like to think that, somewhere through this, there is a good lesson that I need to heed. He who learns must suffer, right?

Time and truth will set me free. That's my only faith now. Until then, I guess I'll just need to find better distractions, so that I don't self-destruct. And get tired enough to sleep.