whitenoise

i feel like i want to die or maybe just sleep for too long.. what is holding me back? i may be missing out by sticking around in this place. why would anyone write in a 'journal' for so many to see? suppose I don't get enough attention or even apathy. but someone or something is watching me closely. i've decided to start a book to collect my fears and to collect my tears, of happiness and joy, or of lonliness and strife. I would like a woman, but not a wife. my airplane crashes in the same place every night.