Agitated.

I dont want kindness, i want you to walk all over me so i could lose my faith in you and regain it in myself. I want perfection of the kind which is as bent and twisted as it is smooth, as bad as it is good, but who am i kidding.

Are we still the same? I really should not be doing this but plenty of shoulds and oughts get violated each day. who cares? but i do.. you think i dont care when i do.. but i dont when i do.. isnt that confliction part of the grand plan?

Dodged them all, once again. I need to feel guilty.. but I secretly feel proud.. dodged it all once again..

I made a promise.. I intend to keep it. I promise I will..