I’m a mess. In the course of the mundanity in my life, it is only exemplified as nothing but struggling to pick yourself up after ruthlessly trying to please those indifferent, and escaping the extremely inviting memory. And as my words get as annoying and highfalutin as ever, it is painful to see and recognize the likeliness of never really approaching anything. Despite being drowned by desperation, you will always try to avoid conflict with the circumstance, but it will always be inevitable, unfortunately.