I'm trying to work this thing called life my own way. I get everything I want and nothing I need so that leaves my world as the happiest sad place. I LOVE love and I HATE hate but I'm only good at bad things. I'm in love with a good girl who does bad things. I'm in hate with a bad girl who does good things. The fervency when I cross my arms and feel inside is so intense I scare myself. When I turn to express this passion all that comes from my being is a lethargic spiritlessness that nobody can see. One day I'm gonna get everything right and be at peace and say to Life "why didn't you just fucking tell me that to begin with?"

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