You are either a saint or a slut. There’s no middle ground. Middle ground meaning a normal human existence. That is not tolerated. Not accepted by those who are accepted, who practice the accepted way of doing things. Behaviour that cannot be labeled is just not acceptable. Accept it.
I accept jackshit. (unacceptable language- whatever shall I do with myself?!)

You couldn't care less.
So entangled in yourself.
I happen to need you now.

Where's the sense in that?

I don't wanna write anything, and I wanna write till I can't feel my fingers anymore. The chaotic state of inside is raging and rioting. Inside, sometimes there's a dance, sometimes there's rain, and sometimes there's a raindance.
I'm exhausted. Inside.

I would really like to continue some kind of existence after I die. There are so many things I want to do. We'll see.

I like being true to myself-and what I feel. I don't have to pretend anymore-at least not to myself. I love acting up there, hate pretending down here.

Its funny how I'm more loyal to the ring that is not a ring-than to that which physically burdened my finger at some point in time.