Days become months, months become days. Time never stops but where does it all start?
I am in constant confusion, a constant state of questioning. Had I done this instead of that would I be less shameful or more appreciated?
Self-worth is a bitch.
What are you worth if you are worth nothing to yourself?
Many times fate has given me it's hand and many times I have thrown it back, spat in its face and stubbornly turned away only to have karma return the favor.
Words make no sense when the thoughts creating them don't as well.
Just think.
Let it out.
Write as it comes.
Analyze it later.
Skepticism is a bitch.
Procrastination is a bitch.
Adversity is a bitch.
bitch. bitch. bitch.
I am a bitch.
