Pearl

Truth is, these days i feel like i'm losing myself and i don't know what to do with my life anymore. Everyday i feel myself slipping further and further away from everything that i once knew. Whenever somebody asks me how is everything, I always tell them that I'm doing okay with a smile on my face, hoping that that will buy into the pretty picture of how my life is that I painted just for them. Truth is, my picture is anything but perfect.

This place that used to be my haven now seemed like a dark, dirty alley I can't wait to get away from. Everyone that I meet is nothing but a strange face blurred into the background. Things I once loved doing now seem to bore and annoy me to no extend, and sometimes in the dead of the night I find myself with nothing to look forward to in life. The only thing that keeps me going week after week in this sleepy town is the thought of Friday and the longing of home.

Maybe it's just the stress that's getting to me, or maybe it's from the loneliness that I feel in a room full of people. Either ways I know I am not happy here anymore so maybe it is time to leave... No one will miss me anyway.