I hate feeling like this. Like it's never going to work out the way I want it to...or maybe it is working out exactly the way I want it to. I am tired of waiting. I am tired of doing too much. Of being melancholy. Of not knowing what I want. Of knowing exactly what I want. Of not sharing my feelings. Of sharing too many feelings. Of loving. Of not loving enough. Of being indecisive. Of making decisions. Of forgetting. Of remembering.
Of feeling conflicted all the time.
