I continue to look back towards the past & I don't entirely understand anything. Sometimes I think that there are two identities fighting within me. A chaotic resistant lover & a boring enthusiastic soul. Almost recently, a choice between the two has presented itself. I don't know what path to take because both require a sacrifice & I don't think I can weigh the differences. All my life I've been trying to combine the two & it's fucking killing me.
Who are you to try to change me?
Who am I to breathe?