themeanviolets

Transcendence into the next chapter of what the hell do I want? Theoretically, my purpose of existence is clear. But, le shit...I stumble with temporary moments of loneliness. And to what avail? So I can boast on my continuous painful existence? I best end this insanity and choose faith in being voluntarily solitarily confined indefinitely. Oh... but wait.... just whom is that beautiful creature? FUCK! I am le screwed. Love is a prison at times. Complacency is an underlying factor in my repeated failures. I accept... but I cannot yet love those who have belief in my qualifications. I feel... desolate. "Like no other you can't be replaced"