i want to climb outta my skin. Ive got this desire to just crawl outta myself. tear off the dregs. What do people look to prove? what the hell do i look to prove? are we all confused. i know we decide what we want for ourselves. Thats the beautiful thing of being this creature called human. The power of free choice. we’re given so many damn choices how the hell does anyone get anywhere. we run in circles. i dunno. i know what i dont want and as long as i avoid that and anything that reminds me of that ill find what it is i want. and maybe happiness along the way.