feelings, feelings.

why is it easy to live a double standard? why is it so difficult to accept that he might be just like me? why is it so easy to feel so self-conscious and weary, and just so hard to be assured and confident?

i think about these things, a constant revolver. always shooting blanks, nothing ever seems to click in my mind. i’m like a parted sea, just waiting for the two opposite halves of me to crash into one another. always so conflicted, so fucking conflicted, and why? life’s so easy and so simple. things are so laid out and organized in the large scheme of things. so damn constant, it becomes irritating.

i’m tired of being weirded about not feeling like enough, even though a part of me knows i’m plenty. i’m a million and a half, but sometimes it just doesn’t feel that way.

fuck it. guitar hero 2.