Just... Really at a crossroad once more. I don't know what I want at this point. It's just like then, that decision to chop my hair off. I changed myself there and then. Now I don't know what I want, to stay this way; or go back to when I may or may not have been happier.


I am sick and tired of drifting. I need to find an identity, settle down. As of this moment I am nobody; I have no personality, relapses are awful and I am extremely tired.

Pour whatever's left of me out then fill me up once more.