Awesomerestest

I don't start conversations because I feel like I'm being annoying. I feel like I'm being clingy and desperate and that no one will care, but rather look for an escape route. I don't walk up to people because I feel like I'm being intrusive. I wasn't invited, so what right do I have to approach them and try to mingle? I don't say much because I don't feel right burdening other people with my thoughts or my problems. They're mine; I should suffer them alone. I don't ask for anything because I feel like I'm being needy. Others shouldn't have to provide for me, even when I cannot provide for myself. I should be able to take car

random words on the page speak of broken dreams and pent-up rage spilling out ink from the pen burn it all start again