I just wonder sometimes what it is I'm destined to do with myself. Where will I go? How will I get there? Do I succeed before I fail - only to succeed again after a long time passes? Do I dream of such lies and live without truth? Do I hang out with people? Stay by myself? Read? Play? Search?
I don't know. I ask myself many questions, and yet I get no answers. That's probably because I don't make sense to myself half the time. Hey - isn't that normal for me? When did I ever make sense?
And when the frak am I going to start posting well on here!?
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