Day 406: Another rant.

My meds are running low. For the first time in 8 years I'm almost out. I used to be such a different person back then. Had I what I have now, I probably could have done so much with the discipline and drive I once had.

This life I have now is what I used to dream about, so why then do I feel so miserable? I know the answer is because this isn't really what I wanted. This isn't my life. I'm still a slave to my thoughts.

I was a reject growing up and never had friends. Now I have friends, yet I still feel close to nobody. I grew a part from my siblings. Now I have my siblings but it's not how it once was. I wanted a warm home. Now I have a heated home but it's empty.

It's Loneliness. So much has changed but the only constant is my inability to connect.