I am quite weary of being used, then abandoned. I am needed, then forgotten. There are too many egocentric people!

There's no one i can talk to anymore.

My forest is gentle today. The hours pass kindly, and i sing my gratitude toward heaven. All is well for the moment. Rest!

My forest is mellow today. There is a wind about, but it doesn't bother me. I rest, and bask in the comfort of knowing that i am safe for now.

I've felt so alone lately, As though my interactions with others are from a great distance. I am separate, isolated, unknown. Lonely.

I guess i just have to get used to being insignificant and irritating. It's safer to just keep to myself. I won't bother people that way.

Ive worked hard today. My soft bed welcomes me! As i drift off to sleep, my mind wanders far...

Friends care. They show it eagerly, tenderly, freely. Often.

The storms have finally passed! The sweet forest is gentle and still in the calm. My journey continues, but my heart is lifted! Hope! Peace!

It's a beautiful day. The sky is deep blue, with light wispy cirrus clouds. The air is warm, but the breeze is gentle. The trees are full and bright!

Ive managed to stay upbeat so far, but i'm scared. How long can i keep this up? I don't want to break again.

The winds have changed and it's storming from a different direction. I am weak. I am beaten.

No one is there for me. They say they are, but i'm lying on the floor, crying, and no one cares. I'm so alone!

I'm a failure.

Washed up on the shore, amidst the flotsam and jetsam, i am motionless, but for my weary breath. My strength is spent. Helpless, i cannot flee.

The wind howls and the storm rages and the trees bend, and i wait for anyone to notice that i'm in the midst of it and cannot escape.

In the shower this morning, i just stood there and cried.

I'm so alone. I'm so weary! Everything looks so dark.

Stand by me. Hold my hand. A song will accompany us, and i'll be okay.

All alone in a crowded room, the silence screams around me. If i speak, someone may notice me; must keep quiet! The solitude is suffocating, but safe.

I wish they would stop claiming that i matter a lot, and start acting like it.

Take me away from here. Take me to the cool forest, where the little streams gurgle and splash and the air is light and clean. Abandon me, for i am safe there!

I like me when i'm happy. The trouble is, i'm never happy for long enough. And i hate me when i'm sad.