Oh, God, I Don't Know What's More

As A Child, I Wanted To Be An Athlete, A Professional Tennis Player Or Something Like That.

I Didn't Think I Was In A Morbid Mood, But It Appears I Am. My Mind Goes Round And Round Trying To Figure Things Out, But I Always Come Back To The Same Two Things: Loneliness And Death. Life Ends Before We Figure Anything Out, Most Importantly How Not To Be Lonely. Solitude Is Fine. But Feeling Like You Have No One To Love - Abject Lonliness - Is Not Alright.

I Don't Really Know The Person Who Wrote The Things I Wrote. I Kind Of Know Him, But I Change So Much All The Time That It's Like I Start Fresh Over And Over And Over And Over. Writing-wise And Life-wise.

The Reason It's Hard For Me To Tweet Is I Don't Want To Pronounce Anything, And Twitter Is For Pronouncing.

For Me, The Past Is Dead. Can't Go Back.