i r stoopid

why do these old feelings arise in the worst possible times? i want to open my mouth and say things that i never should but i keep it all locked away deep inside where it should stay. how long is this going to last? will it ever end? will either of us find happiness? in this life? and i dont mean just temporary happiness. real true happiness. i'm not talking about love either. that shit doesnt exist.
thats me in the corner. losing my sanity.
a fly on the wall.
if these walls could talk they would be admitted to an insane asylum.