I don't know about you but I need to have the things that frustrate me in my life. I need lies and betrayal and adversity and disappointment and hopelessness and expectations and goals and anxiety and neurotic thoughts. Because who am I without them?

I'm strong without you. And it hurts that you're upset about it. You're supposed to be rooting for me. And I guess in a way you are.

At the crux of change, I find myself backing away. My words have always left the residue of a dream edging closer to reality. I'm almost done.

You were supposed to follow that plan you bragged about having. You were supposed to have tunnel vision. I guess seeing everyone go on with their path brought out the coward in you.

Finding a balance between too much and too little has always been a task for me. But how do I successfully locate it when my map is showing me suggested roads that often lead me to make complex loops that take me back to where I was before?