Wants

I still find myself suffering at the hand of unrelenting inner turmoil.

How am I to distinguish my wants from my needs? At one time, this was as simple as choosing what to wear. Okay, bad example.

I just don't understand people.
Half the time, I'm not even sure that I understand myself.

I've been working on some improvements toward bettering myself. But who's to say that all of it is for the better?

I'm so tired of feeling alone.
I greatly desire to be wanted and appreciated.


I suppose that doesn't set me aside from anyone else.


I just want to be able to get all of my thoughts out in the open. But I feel that it would be pointless. Someone has to care in response to make it worthwhile.

So, I'm stuck once again. Writhing at the hand of another. At the hand of someone who has not a word to say to me.