pulsewidth111

who am i if not sullen? i find comfort and familiarity in my sadness; a sadness i feel from the inside out without reason or sense, gnawing at my core as it follows suit of the insatiable yearning i feel for something out of reach, something unidentifiable. perhaps it's the desire for a connection, a real, human connection— maybe the desire to be accepted; accepted in a society where my existence is deemed abnormal. maybe those two go hand in hand. i have this weird thing where i can't see my future past the age of 18— what will i do? what will i be, if anything at all? everything is all too much