it's amazing how much things change in such a short time. people you thought you knew seem to take a wicked turn for the worse and leave you spinning in their dust. its unbelievable how alone a person can feel when there are hundreds of people walking in and out of their life daily. even more unbelievable is how many emoshuns a person can be feeling at one time, pain, hate, happiness, regret, sorrow, and how they can keep them locked inside one tiny, inanimate body where no one would ever imagine something is wrong in the slightest. maybe its not that people dont notice, yet its that people dont care. theyre too busy with their own self-involved meaningless lives to pay attention to someone else for two simple seconds. if they did, theyd realize the hollowness waiting to be filled by just one easy listen. the person would spill everything, how they feel about their mother leaving them at a time when a mother is needed most, how their friends abandoned them when things got too complicated, and how everyone else in their life seems to believe theyre more in need than they. so they are left alone again, keeping it all bound up so tight its a wonder if they will ever be able to let it out and trust someone again. until then, i suppose i shall keep it inside. no one seems to care anyways.