People say life is confusing. I have been sitting here in front of this hunk of plastic and metal; thinking. Thinking is a pretty dangerous thing to do if you do not do so with correct supervision. Narrowing down my options has left me with the next 4 options in life; College, music, the work force, being a bum. Some folks in my family would probably not hesitate to say that I could teach college courses on the last option (being a bum).

I am sick of how things end.

There is never any closure. EVER.

How do I figure something out if I do not know what is in question?

Openly struggling with the same problems, addictions, and questions for the past 5 years is sickening. My life is stagnant. Plateau.

If anyone can tell me when I last progressed without almost instantly regressing, I will literally give you five dollars.

The only thing changing within me is my physical age.

Nothing turns out right.

Something has to turn out right.

Does is not?

Why is the past so appealing, but the future scares the hell out of me? Alone. Realistically, this is all I can feel. Sometimes I wonder if this is really how I want it.

How does one man confuse himself this much?