I used to think my thoughts were complicated but now I realize,
if i could capture them in a pen and transfer them to paper,
then they weren't at all.

I was just young and foolish, not complicated.
But now,
well now I'm always at a loss for words.
Now,
now is when my is chaotic and complicated.

Now I can't even adequately envelop any aspect of my pain and my confusion.
No.
Now is when it's complicated.

-a silly girl who finally grew up and learned to be tired and helpless