k . i . s . s

there is absolutely no fucking reason to why we do the things we do. We merely just fucking do them. If you happen to get caught in the crossfire of things.. welll, oops!

I lay here wanting simplicity, fuck! Shit ain’t happening, too many people fucked that idea up for me a long time ago. I can change that perspective back, slowly..hella slowly. But will I ever get satisfied enough? Well, we’ll see.

I’m ridiculously amazing. (I just gotta keep telling myself that) I don’t need fucking acceptance (gotta keep telling myself that). I love myself. ( I gotta keep telling myself that).

So why is it at a time like this, my mental shifts..and I feel out of place…its like the lost & found over and over again. Why couldn’t this be..more simple. Why can’t I be okay with being okay. Why do I need answers, why do I need to know things, why do I even bother.

So here I go doing breathing exercises. .. in hopes I find peace in all this mess.