finally we're no one.
i'm not sure of anything anymore. it's funny how little things make you question everything? and how questions just make you want to give up everything and cry out how through you are with being let down and when it seems like there's nothing left but a list of things to conquer before the days over, before the semester, before you graduate, before you're 30, and before you die. and it takes everything not to dwell on the parts of the list from yesterday you missed and the parts from you're childhood that you missed. but eventually you can't help but cry about your failed father and your changed mother and your lost friends and everything from your 2 year failed relationship to your 2 week failed fling, so you say where should i be? what have i done wrong? and that's when you realize that nothing is for sure. none of the lists mean anything, there is no big mission, there's just a freedom to keep going or not to. no matter how many parts of the list you skip. so what parts aren't worth skipping? but mostly when can i stop asking questions about everything, when will it just be so right you dont have to ask.