soon as i left my lil space of tip, ran smack dab into a wall. saw how the other half of this coin feels. here i am, near tears, holding all the answers to my questions and about to cry because no one will stop to help me put them together or figure out where to go from here. conversely, there are others in life who motivate themselves to figure it out. dont want no fuckin help, dont want to be sitting around waiting for it. rather dig deep and pull out the stuff it takes to get the job done. willing to walk the talk and deal with life as it comes, at the same time. jeeez, i suck. i know i suck, can see it all over every place i look. You Suck, You Suck, You Fuckin Suck.

thing is im willing. ready. to sacrifice, ready to work. ready to do whatever in order to shake off this shell and be. grow. evolve. thrive. survive. live this life in the most alive manner i can. ready and willing but fuck if i'm able. i can't be wrong for needing help with this, can i? yeah.

i suck.