Dear Self,

I continuously torture myself..no...not physically. Mentally? Emotionally? I like riding my idiotic roller coaster. Where the ups and downs seem to balance out. But the downs just make me feel sick.

I take love when I need it and even when I don't, from anyone who is willing..even those who really aren't, they just can't help themselves.

I always wonder whether anything I write even makes sense.

I will pause for an hour and write more and I seem to tangle my words and contradict myself.

I really don't know anymore.

Everyone is confusing. Everyone is confused.