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How much longer can I go on. The thoughts and the screams in my head pound through like bells of an british bell tower. How much longere can I put on the happy face when all I feel is mal contempt. Just the same as every other night, hear the people, hear the screams. It is almost time, I want to start counting down the days until break until I have a week away from every thing, a week away from my family, a week away from caring. Sometimes I just want people to understand that maybe I am not happy, someone just to tell me that everything is alright, and everything is going to be ok. I feel lost in my time a deepest concern. maybe it is just me, maybe the words I am writing now are just words and nothing else. I don't know any more...
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