Life isn‘t a mess. Just lonely, maybe a little too lonely. At least, from my point of view. That feeling of being wanted is just too great for me I guess, but it’s only a Monday, so that’s probably why.
Sometimes you just don’t understand yourself. I don’t get this. Why the hell am I thinking this way? What are the reasons… This shit makes no sense. I guess I needed to get the feelings out of my head? Haven‘t felt that way in a while. But really though, I don‘t fuckin’ know what I‘m thinking right now. It feels like I‘m 2 face right now. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Barack Obama circa 1980.