Weird Time.

I'm noticing a change in my mind manner. I feel as though I have been taken from my home been wrapped in plastic and stored away for shipment into some other world. I give myself choices and decisions about time in which I feel I barely have. I am so caught up with everything else that I never have time for myself. I crave and desire attention from the world. But they keep me in that box wrapped up and forgotten about. The little antique they don't care to put out. I could be valuable and they talk about from time to time, but just do that. What can I do but just keep to myself? When I am let out I become excited and then annoying and too much to handle so they put me away again. I'm sort of that little ornament thats a bit of an eye soar and kind of an embarrassment to even have. But you still feel proud to have me.... Oh the year of 19 is a stuck unsure year. Very unpleasant... 19 is an unlucky number for me. Lets hope the best for a 20.