Back to basics

It’s been a while since I put my thoughts into words. It’s a funny thing that I’m inspired more when I’m depressed. A little too awkward but fairly honest. And honesty is not my religion, it won’t even fit to my mold. Can’t grasp it; don’t control it; won’t handle it. It’s so not me.

I’m always afraid of myself and what others have to say. I don’t feel contentment. I wanna fly, float to the clouds, scream I’m not ok, give up while I can and fall for the wrong guy. But I can’t; just can’t.