Not sure of my purpose, but there's no way of telling. Sick of fighting inside, wish my brain would stop yelling right at my heart saying, "You're here for a reason" cause though I think I may see it, my heart won't believe it.

Keep going in circles, cause it's some place to go. Keep smiling at strangers just to keep up the show. Say "please" and "Thank You" when I couldn't care less - never fit into their image cause I'm lacking finesse.

Don't want to be just another lost soul- drifting around as life takes it's toll. My mind is racing, but I've nothing to say. Saved only because God hears the thoughts that I pray and I send up to Him all of my doubts but I feel so hypocritical when we tumble out of bed. Sweaty and tangled for the 10th time this month - fucking like animals just to feel something for once.

We lay quietly afterwards, though my mind keeps on screamin' as I lay there and beg for release from my demons.