I am conflicted. I am torn. I am selfish. I am lustful. I am weak. I am at large regretful, yet at times I am satisfied.
I am human.
I come from a family of people who want what they can’t have, who don’t know how to communicate their feelings well, who don’t strive in the right ways. I am a person who looks into the past often, who lives in the now, and doesn’t see far into the future. I am unfocused. I am not secure. I am hunting, searching, for a good place, at least in my mind. Nobody sees the inside of his scattered mind.