I have kinda been in my own head I got lost but I found the light at the end of the tunnel: reality. Life always seems more precious when there is a tragedy little things don't matter and you just want to reach life and touch it, but that all goes away in a few months and we fall back into the dregs of our lives... I am guilty of it too. I don't want to slip through the cracks and I feel like I have something to prove, and I constantly feel like they picked the wrong person....I need something to believe in ...I need a goal ..life gets hard and I feel like I owe some people to live mine to the fullest......am I the wrong person for this "job"?.......my bad genes are a blessing they show me what mistakes not to make ....I'm lucky for that......I want the people around me to find what they want most in the world ...love, money, family, success ....I need them to be there, they make my soul feel right.I want someone who gets me ...really gets me ....so they can tell me how I am because really I don't get me ...I feel fake ...even now ..I want someone to give me the answers...but then forget and give me the credit ........I need sleep...another drink.... goddamn conformist......
I get people off. I look for the guy who isn't getting off, and I make him get off.
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