You know when you reach that point in you life when you realize the horrid truth? Today, as I sat here I realized that my horrid truth is that I just act or appear to be happy. Deep down inside I am very unsatisfied with the way my life is going, and I start realizing that I have become an individual I hate. So much of the stuff that is going on in my life has finally taken a turn to the worst - I am afraid. Life scares me, I am scared of the present, and terrified of the future - the past I resent. Is life really meant to be this depressing? Will I ever reach happiness? I don't think I will, because of the way things are going. I only kid myself into thinking that my life is great, and I had been too stubborn to release this tension and these feelings of loneliness I feel. Part of my insomnia is that I go trhough every night and think about the stuff that bothers me - I have reached a point in which I rarely get any sleep. Sometimes I wonder how I make it through the day with no sleep. I don't mean to offend anyone, but sometimes I wonder why I even joined this group. Did I join it for attention? Did I join it because I just don't mind being naked? What compelled me to join a group based around the penis? Well, I am sorry if you guys thought this post was about something else, I just wanted to share my feelings.