A short thought into who else I could be.
|The great revelation is the realization that I can only be who I was meant to be. And there's nothing wrong with this alone, as long as being who I'm suppose to be is who I want to be. But it's not. I want to be who I shouldn't be and who I wouldn't want to have my family know it's me, that's me. I want to fuck a woman all night and day, and when I finish, drop on my knees to pray, then pass out til the sun sets twice and wake up thinking "What the fuck's wrong with my life?" as I cut a line and sniff away happinesses price. That's who I could never be or try to be, and that's cool, but it's not me.|