I love everything about my life except for myself.

Current mood:confused


Another beginning to another end, Why do I put myself though this. I have the will power of a pillow and I am beginning to resemble one. Making decisions and changes, but always to begin tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes and nothing ever changes. lying to myself to love the moment. Only moments pass and the future looks bleak. I hate myself in spurts, ignoring all the rest. So once again a line is drawn. Now reaching the point of no return and something has to be done. What’s the point of life if the game is no fun? The pawn is of our creation. I choose to remold mine now. Stand clear. Doubt no more. Options are becoming a thing of the past.