Spheres.

I need to get out of here, out of this life. Nothing good ever comes out of my surroundings, after all my trying - I just feel worse now. On review of these writings, from the beginnings to now, I can see I have been through so many different stages, many different situations. However, these instances all have one connection - I have been discarded and left out at all times, in one way or another.

I have come to decide that even though I don't like being cold on the outside, it is where I belong. For so long I thought the answer to all my problems would be getting away and starting fresh, but this will only lead me to the same situation, and the same dissapointment. The air is clouded with noise now.

"Stay a Way Every Body is sick with the Flue. - Velda Bartlett" - Caril Ann Fugate.