It's impossible to say, and I constantly try to show it... but I love you all. Life is the ocean tide and Facebook is the self-conceited diary.

I ,I, I. Hardly a we, and when it is.... it's superficial and parasitic, heart ruining. Imploding dreams and realities. Exponentially increasing the chlostrophobia until feelings are mythology, just out of reach. Inside eyesight, while unknowingly molding, forming , defining an illusion you can FEEL. Consuming everything you love with a death-touch while you fight the inevitable. It might be the self-loathing talking BUT, it continues to make you a better person regardless of self.Too much to rant I wish it was centuries ago and words mattered...good or bad night to you. If it fits, wear it, embrace it. Be better. Started happy, ended sad...which made me laugh because it's ALWAYS back and forth whether you're in the fight or not, which you should be. Keep on keeping on, love you all.