Thoughts

Me

I hate that I'm shy even though I can be more confident than most i know. I have no motivation yet i constantly push myself to do more and do better, I'm getting use to having to be alone its something one gets use to. I see my misfortune as a source of humor at the moment for it hasn't hit me fully it never truly will for i will get over it before then. I just think of the future that i will enjoy where i get to burn as much as i please have my dreams be true, having traveled the world and seen the wonders it holds. With my dreams in the clouds i hope to never touch the ground may i be consumed by the flames instead for ive riddled my landscape is riddled with holes of despair, anger, and insanity. The anger within may be my fuel but im trying to let it go because its making me start to lose my mind if i ever had it in the first place, i want to choose the path to enlightment again but for that i must have my heart at peace for now my heart and mind are storms that never have a calm its solely destruction. May whatever can help find me soon for im starting to hear the reapers whispers again.