Sometimes everything that I’ve ever stomached but never really digested comes up in one big heap all over me. I’m covered in shit and the only way I can think to rid myself of the disgusting stench is to shed my skin and start over again. Forget everything that I’ve ever known and start again. Fuck friends, fuck family, fuck happiness, fuck love, fuck me! I need a new edge, a new horizon line. I feel like giving up because the problem is me and I can’t seem to fix it! But then I remember what really matters most to me and what makes me whole or perfect. I love everything honestly. I live for the outside world. I cling to life like the shit that covers me. Although I am part of the problem, I am also part of the solution; funny how that worked out.