Never once in my life have I gotten to experience the ultimate gratitude of being well put together, there has always been something emotionally wrecking away at my soul - breaking me down and forcing me to deal with these constant misfortunes.
Due to this eternal sadness, I haven't been able to figure myself out, even slightly.
I don't even know who I am.
And I sure as hell don't know what I want.
Say, if you were to sit me down and force me to explain my complex thoughts to you, I'd probably just utter jumbled sentence fragments.
And why is that?
I'd like to assume it's because internally I'm incomplete and misunderstood, a lot like the utterance of - sentence fragments.