i dont know what im doing anymore. the things that seem right dont appear to be so justified and i just end up screwing up and making a huge huge mess. and to make up for the mess i do the things i dont want to do, which leaves me to, somehow, screw up again.
and the vicious cycle continues.
‘if only’ makes me bitter.
bitter about change.
bitter about having to accept change.
bitter about conforming to change.
bitter about screwing it all up because i change.
if only the beginning was forever,