If I had done what you wanted me to, I probably would be there right now.

The way things are going, I won't be here anymore. I don't know how or where.

I'm sick again. Under the knife to get better...*sigh*...would it even be worth it?

Why am I here? I used to think I knew. But I know nothing. I never did.

My wisdom is as I find myself in love;

fleeting and frightening, exciting, inviting, something I wish I gained sooner

I need to stop thinking.

I need to get out of here.

I need something to happen...I need to make something happen...