This, is Why

(I’m always trying to be this certain person for someone else. Someone I’m not & most probably can’t be, but I try anyway. Always trying to please, always trying to appease them. And when I fail, I avoid them & shun everyone out so I can take my own time to improve. But most times I can’t, so I just end up in this dead end of a brick wall. And those rare times when I succeed in conforming myself to others, I feel the most vile & pretentious, thus managing to feel like an epic failure over again.)


The weather is reactivating all my sweat glands which have managed to stay dormant for four months. Nasty.