Bless

I found myself lying in bed with an insatiable apetite that I knew I could never fulfill.

 Apart of me knew it was worth trying and lately its been the side of the yang to be winning. My life is in somewhat of an upswing. I've alot going for me and I guess i'm happy. I mean I still don't have a front to express myself in. Well I guess it's not a place to displace my emotions, I don't have a person to express myself too. I mean I have Sandra and she's great, but I need something more than just one person in my life. I need a friend who I can truly be open to and have them accept me the way that I am. But there's something in me. Something in me that tells me that I don't want to show who I am. I don't want to be who I am. Because I'm awkardly sensitive. God damned awkwardly sensitive.