As it is in heaven.

It's pretty amazing how much of a douche I can be.
Which results in me having to mend, cajole and deal with party politics and unnecessary predicaments that should pretty much be confined within the playground -
on a constant basis.

I am fucking 24 years old.

I think I'm good. I try to be. I fucking try.

Be responsible for the consequences of your actions. And I am, I always am. People make sure I do - particularly for the things that never seem to work out good (for them), regardless the intent. I'm not all that coherent right now. I've never really been. I'm all over the place. I can never truly be eloquent about my feelings nor thoughts. I'm pretty much defeated. And I'm too much of an elitist to try - cause really, what's the point - too many justifications are going on in place of people, honest, earnest, trying to be,
above all and beyond all - just human.


I am human.

I'm sorry. I don't understand people. I'm fucking sorry.