Not...sure...

Identity...as it were this is an intriguing notion...idea.

Sexuality and personal identity being intrinsically involved.

A lot of confusion...and a lot of what I hate about life is worked up in and around these subjects and things.

It's hard enough trying to pull myself together with singular thoughts...without pending over loads and the '-ie' or '-y' being added to my name and the implications running through mental connections and boundaries traversed by soul and the deep, unbreakable bonds.

Irreducible complex thoughts which are placed in a line by seemingly irrelevant but consequently relevant by its own admitted irrelevant nature which acts...some sort of...cliche filled triad on the futility of life but...contradictions abound because there is meaning given and presented...its not hidden but evident and the power of that meaning is painfully clear and moving closer to something else.

The thoughts are mucking up the thoughts as it were...walls, closed tight minds...inability to convey thought and emotion...useless needs for collaboration of souls over meaningless trite metaphors and behaviors resulting in more meaningless thoughts directed and cast over meaning...meaning? Meaning. Meaning.

Is there an actual way our of this?
Some real method of separating fact from fiction...what is in my head, my heart, my soul and in my hand...some sort of defining.

Metaphorically speaking...what?

A wise person once told me to plan in order to avoid feeling overwhelmed as if my life was caught in between vice grips.

Help.

List making is being infringed upon by the forthcoming panic attacks.

Woo.