You think nothing is perfect, because physically nothing can be beyond conceptual thinking. That doesn't mean it's your fault. 

I think I've always wanted to be older. When I want to be a kid again, I don't know if I can mentally take it. Today is the day when I'm old enough to do the shit I wanted to at age five. Live for yourself, even if you don't know who you are. It doesn't matter, we're aloud to change. 

My name doesn't really matter. Other people literally decided a key piece of my identity before I existed, and I don't know how to feel about that. Funny, because I have strong opinions about most things. I guess the more personal an issue is or the more it relates to our lives, the harder it is to reach conclusions. In context, judging others is easier than confronting yourself. I wonder if my theory, assuming it could be something beyond just that, altered societal norms and the concept of government/leaders. It's frustrating that nobody will know the answers to some questions despite the primitive need for verification.

The worst part of everything is that what gives humans the ability to think about this world is it's most ironic mystery.

I never know who I am. Written words organize chaos for me, but they're never perfect. What I think is so loud yet blurred; that I can somehow make words appear is my personal miracle. Like a bridge of communication that will never be what I want. Again, I struggle with defining myself. I do what I can in text, but nothing seems right. I like things of permanence to reference at later times, should I completely forget what semblance of myself  I think there is there.