Who Walks Among The Famous Living Dead?

Never have I felt so alone. Stuck in the unknown. Stuck in the helplessness.
Stuck in a comfortable home where an almost paradise is there for me, yet I can't escape this strange hole I'm in, this familiar darkness. I try to speak, but no one seems to listen.
No one seems to care.

I am currently in Idaho. Don't get me wrong, staying here is great, partying with my cousins and my aunts and my grandma, but I feel so alone and deserted. No one here really seems to care how I feel, you know? I want to do so many things, but I can't. School is starting, and my stress is setting in, getting ready for the kill. I stress about the packet I have to do, the book that I have to read, and all of the time that I have left. The minuscule amount of time I have left.
I try to speak, but I feel silenced.
Yikes. I am in quite the mood today. Good gravy I need to stop sounding so awful.

It's just hard to feel okay when you feel like there isn't an escape.

All in all, I am afraid to act.


I am afraid.