It feels as if my system is on schedule.
The end of the year. Feels like the shit has been sucked out of me, and placed in front of me to grovel and cry over. Yes, I do choose.
Boy, my tone can change! Indeed I’m filled with varying emotions. These days I’ve made it a point to primarily record the more positive parts of myself. Though, I think I’ve just been lying and bottling it all up. I’m a very intense person. I know how others can experience me, and I know who and what I am.
I don’t care to tone down my personality. I don’t care to stop being me. When I truly live out those words, I will be left with the self I love to radiate in.
The more I keep myself in a cage… The more I want to combust.
What a hefty struggle to sustain… I’ve surly put myself to shame.
In all actuality, I am insane.
Everyone may know a name, but such details are quite plain.
To turn in, deeper…
They’ve all yet to truly see her.
Even I, only have an eye for everyone… except myself.
