Achieve.

Rumaging through my brain, ever day, and spitting out words like they're important. I don't know what I'm trying to do, trying to gain something from my own misunderstanding. I wish I could be content with my lot but that's not me. Then again, what is me? I'm meant to be unpredictable, aren't I? Maybe I should stop acting like I'm a mental wreck and shock the world.

I realised today, I can safely say that I'm through with this whole thing we've had. Our friendships main component was hate... and I'm cool with that. I've done almost everything I can to drive you away.

I've almost caught up with my 1ooth post. It'll be great.

I hope.