Tick tock.

I'm going to sit here and wrestle with myslef and try to create something atleast okay out of it.
I don't have much to say.
But I want to say it all.
All these discrepencies with the truth.
Ha, all these facebook quizzes tell me I am a dreamer.
The more I think about it, the more I think that is true. I don't know if that is either a sign of my weakness regarding my ability to be manipulated by repetition, or just another seemingly positive realization.
Seemingly.

When I try to feel me these days I can not tell what is there anymore.
I hope I haven't hurt anyone.
I want to be selfish and I do not and I am both and always will be. So will you.

I hate admitting that something can not be fixed, and I think that can be healthy or it can not be.
I am spewing over. Boiling on high.
I am so dumb sometimes.

When we look to the sky tonight, the god we swore never was real visits us in the sorrow of another misconception.
Its not what you thought.
It rarely is.

I want to be done and go do something else, but I need to keep going.
Even if it is worth little to even me.

I can not form anything acceptable anymore.

Acceptance really is key.
Everything is key.
Depends on who you want to be.
Its true.

fdhfhdjkhjds.
Life keeps moving