My bro really comes through when I need a place to escape my pressures of life. Though the food and liquor was nice...the relief is only temporary. It didn't give me what I needed.

Answers.

There's so much I want to say. But, like I mentioned before my mouth has gotten me into a lot of trouble. I assume too much. I worry too much. I think too much.

One side of me wants to just walk away...while the other side of me is telling me to stay and see what happens.

You know, I'm tired of being confused about things. I'm done second guessing. There are so many things that I want to know...but AGAIN...it's only time that will give me solice. I keep thinking I'm wasting my time. I tell myself that everything will be okay...but personally, I don't think everything will turn out so peachy. I shouldn't be reassuring myself. I should already know what I need and want. I shouldn't be crying over things I don't know about.

Now here's the kink in my armor...since I'm just basically lost and don't know...then the results vary from good to bad. Gambling...it's not always a fin thing to do.

So many people are pissing me off...unfortunately, they don't know it. A few are hurting me deeply...and they don't know either.

FUCK. I hate mixed signals. I hate unwarranted and unconstructive critcism. I hate feeling inadequate. I hate it when information is scarce or vague...

With the way things are going, I'm ready to walk away and no one can stop me. It's about time I started taking steps...

There's a fork in the path...which way should I go?