I want out of my fucking skin. I don't fit here anymore, as if I ever did. I got what I thought I wanted, but I'm so confused and unsure. I'm never happy with anything. I get what I want then want what I can't have. I'm so sick of walking in a stranger's skin. I don't know who I am or where I'm supposed to be, or what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm so confused, and once I think I'm back on my feet again, I get knocked down again. I'm living a fucking lie and no one can see it but me. I'm detached from everything any everyone, confined to my room burring my problems in face smiles and false laughter. Where am I supposed to go from here!? What do they want from me? I've given and had everything taken from me, I'm stripped to the bone, what else do I have to offer to these wolves that pick every scrap of life I have from my shattered remains?! I feel so trapped and helpless, and all the usual quick fixes aren't helping. It just hurts too much and I can't take it. I just want to run up to some stranger I see on the street and tell them to take me with them. I wouldn't care where they where going, as long as they where getting out. I want out . . . I want to have a purpose, an identity, a place where I can belong and not have to HIDE what and who I really am, fearing that I'll be brutally ridiculed and criticized.

I'm so lost . . . please someone find me.