Sometimes the words don't come out as a feeling. Sometimes its hard to reach the depth of your soul through this English language and its literature and words. I think I sound a bit ridiculous sometimes, don't think there is much of a point but then I also think everything is a point.

I set myself too high expectations, I think I just need to chill sometimes and not expect people to pull my soul through my skin.

But I'm unsure. And I'm indecisive and I'm incredibly stubborn. But the real soul of me is sweet, caring and trying-to-be understanding and sympathetic. I enjoy listening, I enjoy helping and I enjoy caring. I'm just on this crazy journey of turning into this person who has to become a role to this machine, which in some ways I don't want to be, I want to be me and just me. I want to be nothing.

Its just a war on the mind of this species. We've created too much trouble for us through my eyes.

I want to sleep at night without having to think, but my mind won't allow itself to turn off. Sometimes I wish I could just have a switch that said turn off and on. I wish I could be more conscientiousness of my choices and my actions towards other people. Sometimes things just don't go the way I plan them to, but hey; thats just life.

A roller coaster going up and down, ever so occasionally stopping to look at everything you've created for yourself. I want to close my eyes and rest my head.