Sometimes

Sometimes the sadness is overwhelming. Sometimes it's not.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and just run around my apartment because I'm so scared. Most of the time I don't.

Sometimes I think I found my soulmate. She is always female.

Sometimes I just wish I could never leave the house. Othertimes I never want to be home.

Sometimes I wish I was good at one thing. Mostly I'm glad I'm decent at everything.

Sometimes I am surprised that printers and copiers mess up all the time.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and think I'm pretty. Sometimes I think I'm pretty scary.

Sometimes I eat until I throw up. Sometimes I'm Meredith Baxter-Birney.

Sometimes I make jokes to cover the pain.

Sometimes I am so happy and I don't know why.

Sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to. Sometimes I wish someone would force me to talk.

Sometimes I think I'm ok.

Sometimes I feel that I need to prepare myself to be alone for the rest of my life.

Sometimes I get angry because no one understand what I've gone through.

Sometimes I wonder if others feel the same way about me.

Sometimes I know I'm better than everyone else.

Sometimes I can't stand people. But then I need to surround myself with people.

Sometimes I hate how weak and lazy I am. Even though I know everything I've accomplished.

Sometimes I hold in anger and resentment for years. Sometimes I never let go.

Sometimes I feel really good.

Sometimes I think it's ok that I make my own path. Othertimes I feel it isolates me.

Sometimes I write what I think. Sometimes I write what I feel. Sometimes I write. Sometimes.