Seasonal Decline.

Colors dim.
Faces fade.
Buildings wear.
Things change.

Maybe it's just me, but someone tell me what's going on here.

My soul is feeling so alone..

Status:

Mom- raging alcoholic who makes my life miserable.
(I just wish she loved me.)
Dad- can't help me because he's afraid my mom will divorce him.
(I just want help.)
Steve- Completely in love with me, can't see past his jealousy.
(I just want a friend.)
Roman- Thousands of miles away, still head over heels.
(I just want to be by your side.)


I'm empty.
Poland, here I come.

I am insecure.

I'm not who you think.