blur.

you ever get that feeling that whenever you sit down to sort out everything it only comes out in bursts similar to the rants of two year old who's first words are 'I want' and 'I need' and you are thoroughly unsatisfied by how primitive we can go when we are satisfied.

so words are hard because I've tried to write multiple times but at this time, I am not confused and have found that though I may not like the ribbons that hang from my wrists I am okay with it. For once I'm perfectly alright with being me.