Quicksand. Lola.

dear [name of a good friend here],
i honestly feel stuck. there is something inside me telling me that i am never going to get away from here; that i will amount to nothing and to nobody. but the other half of me keeps saying that that is not a true statement. i am not sure if this is a big deal or not but its something i have been struggling with over the past week. i am also not sure if this is a cry out for help either. friend, i need something to take my mind off of this.
i feel so helpless. i do. like i'm sinking into a black hole, its dragging me further and further down. and waves are crashing on top of me and i am going further and further under. and sometimes i think i make myself feel this way. i think i subconsciously create feelings like this.
there are two people i wish to tell [what i previously wrote] too. one of them i know will read it and the other might never get a chance to know these words were meant for them.

on another note: i successfully went to two concerts in one week! Rush on tuesday and Tom Petty with a side of ZZ Top on thursday. and it was amazing.

i need to paint my finger nails.