convoluted. con-vo-lu-ted.
I need to be sleeping, but it just won't happen.
There are people I want to console. I want to just pat them on the head, and hug them, and tell them things are gonna be fine because they always are eventually. Soon enough, something will happen that will make what's happening now pale in comparison. Good, bad, whatever. It always does. We all change and grow and lose and gain, and it all happens at it's own pace. Sometimes it's all at once. Foolish to try to tamper with it.
And I want someone to console me, though I'm not exactly sure why.
I am simultaneously the most patient and impatient person I know. I am confident and insecure. Incredibly smart, and painfully stupid. Selfless and selfish. Loving and cold. Drop dead gorgeous, and fucking ugly as sin. It all depends on the angle.
And I very rarely make any sense to anyone but myself. I hardly know what I'm even trying to say right now.
Which is pretty normal.