I’m split between happiness and loneliness.
Knowing exactly what I want and yet knowing nothing of what I want.
I’m a walking oxymoron.
I’ve taken a leap, but I’m barely hanging on to this cliff edge. I need to hurry and pull myself up. Then I need to start running again.
I hate this.
A state of inconsistency. A constant battle with myself. I shan’t win, or at least, not like I currently am.
I miss having a loved one. It takes two to tango. Though I don’t mind crying in my metaphorical Ferrari.