Lately i have been very dead.
i cant even write in my journal. i have so many things to say but so much blank spaces in my mind. and so many useless words leaking from my hands.
i find myself in the same mess i was born with.
never know where my life has been, where my life is, or where it is going.
i have decided to get 'mess' tattooed on me soon.
i find it to be caving into my weaknesses, which is the only choice i have left to do. i cant fight them any more, so i will come to complete terms witht his mess. of corse, i will bitch about it as much as possible, but it is something i have grown to accept.
