Decaying Mau, vulnerable Mau.

I dislike sounding so freaking emotional. I admit that most of my posts are anything but happy posts. I guess I use this view-less blog as a way of expressing stuff. Sorta like, whispering my secrets to the wind.
My chest feels empty. I don't know what I should turn to at this point. I just wanna see more, find new horizons, and quit making a fool out of myself.
I'm not a weak person. I am made of steel. Figuratively speaking. However, I'm sick of being down over my wasted feelings. For whoever I like, I do anything. I might as well find me somebody that's worth all that.
Maybe I should look into what I already have, and be thankful for not being dead in a ditch.
I got slippers.
Mau