It's just odd. Looking back, everything feels so surreal. There's only one thing I can say;
I know my past. Perhaps, I have studied it far too well. But, my furture seems so distant. Yet, it is pressuring me to make all of these decisions. If I have to hear that question once more, I think I am going to expload. I shouldn't even have to think. I just want to be. Myself. You can't tell me what's right or wrong. I am completely split up right down the middle. I just need to focus on what I need, at this very moment. And that, sweetie, is a shower.

My hands are cold but my heart's on fire