on a low right now.wanting.......( best you don't look.just having a whinge )

wishing i could just turn my back on everything and walk.

to where?

to what?

and how?

wouldn't mind talking to a doctor but;

where to start?
no confidence in the doctors,
no hope of being taken seriously,
and how can becoming a prosac junkie help?
one's sanity then teeters on a foundation resembling the house made of cards,
having said that,
i DO wonder about my state of mind sometimes anyway.

i talk about wanting to escape,
to what?
more of the same probably,
but in a different guise.

so,
it's just,
more of the same.

the hamster on his wheel.

going round and round.

i just can't do with the responsibility of life.

so many people into me,
for so many things.

just the usual shit mate.

it all get's a bit too much sometimes.