A Scream for HelpDiary, I seem to have relapsed again. imploded amongst myself, again. my brain seems to have won against my heart. and it very well should... it is more intelligent, logical. it knows truth. i don't know what to do with myself. i am... essentially useless, like a pancake spread to thin prone to burn. Like one drop of sun screen for an entire body... prone to burn. My riches are spread into so many different currencies that I do not know in which country I should live. And if I choose one I will not have enough to live in that country. My banks will not transfer the money , I will not survive. I cannot survive like this.I do not know what to do. I feel useless. the whole "Jack of all trades, master of none" phrase has plagued me. I am falling yet into another Dark pit control by Depression where the chaotic mania of my mind seems to t
Day CampThe humid air blankets my body in the heat of the summerthe piercing cries of countless children blister my earsTheir complaints of incoherent EnglishNo longer make sense to my ears..."I home to want go..."
I Tried...It was a cool evening. The breeze was just right. It was always breezy by the ocean. The orange and white lights of the restaurant logo where shinning above. It recreated the colors, a faux sunset, of the large orb that was finally reaching the ocean somewhere outside the sun void shopping court. There were several partially silhouetted people in line ahead of me, waiting to go inside the restaurant, all of us dressed quite well. Ahead of me, the perfect evening atmosphere was pierced by a scream, as I was trying to decide just where the sun was behind the buildings. I quickly turned to find a young, blonde woman on the ground. She was looking up towards her friends with eyes saturated in fear. Her eyes cried out for help. I automatically thought of my wallet. Inside was a card. On the top of the card it sai