The contradictions. Oh, the contradictions.
Sometimes I wonder how someone so juxtaposed could possibly exist. It's like my mind and soul are experiencing a never-ending whirlwind of thoughts, emotions, ideas, dreams--too bad I can't make much use of them.
I want things to change, but I don't. I want them to collapse, but I don't. I want to be happy, but I don't. I hate everyone, but I don't. I know I'm right, but I don't. I believe in myself, but I don't. I'm okay, but I'm not.
Bottom line is, if being conflicted were an achievement, I'd be a Nobel prize winner by now.
Sometimes I wonder how someone so juxtaposed could possibly exist. It's like my mind and soul are experiencing a never-ending whirlwind of thoughts, emotions, ideas, dreams--too bad I can't make much use of them.
I want things to change, but I don't. I want them to collapse, but I don't. I want to be happy, but I don't. I hate everyone, but I don't. I know I'm right, but I don't. I believe in myself, but I don't. I'm okay, but I'm not.
Bottom line is, if being conflicted were an achievement, I'd be a Nobel prize winner by now.
I like this! You should blog more
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