This is not easy; it never has been. My heart's waging a constant battle with my mind. It’s easy to delude myself that I am entitled, that I am fine when I’m in a haze most of the time. If someone would just step out and make sense of this mayhem.

Been trying to attempt on Professional Profilling. 12318112846121 hours have past and I've only typed out a sentence. I officially sucked.

G is weird, sometimes. It's 1 16 in the morning and she just asked if I'm feeling horny.