Well if it possible to have travelled in any every single direction and gone down every single road without actually going anywhere or moving forward that is how I would describe my life. The only thing that moves around me, back, forth, is time. Time and everybody else around me. I stop, i fall apart all over again i fall into so many holes and i can't escape the holes but maybe because what i need to escape is myself. I am my only problem in the end. I yell out for people to wait, wait up i need a friend. I need someone to help me and guide me along i can't catch up alone after they promised they would be a friend. They can't hear me call out anymore .... they don't seem to wait. Nobody seems to wait and be patient or accept... this is life. Just tell me where to go, which way, what to do i will be that person if you love me. I will make you like me. I am angry at everyone who i am not good enough for its not them its me ... i am a burden, a curse, a fraud to society people believe i am good sometimes still but i am bad, i have no long term amazing goal or talent. I whinge a lot but i am desperate bitter and over my own mistakes. I want the past fixed. It can't be fixed but people can forgive i forgive all the time even if i have 1000 grudges once fixed i am over it.