I'm so tired inside.

It's good to know I'm alive.

I guess.

I just don't know where I am going right now or what I'm going to see or do or feel.

God, I'm just...there is frustration and such.

I love you up there but still, just.

It is frustrating.

I can't stand who you are.
If I stopped long enough to consider,
even think about the complications
that arise from your life
then I might be nicer.
But I am not.
Just a fiend,
judging
and holding myself
to be much higher,
beyond perfection
and much more than
you could be aware of.

There is so much I just miss and so much pain right now.