Drowning my ear drums in aggressive lyrics, combinations of whatever you would like to call them. What would they be called? God please, answer my questions. You know the questions, the problems, the concerns, the resolutions - most importantly. Oh God please, what to do? What to do? These whatever you would call them are not helping, at all. Despite the fact that I may act like they are, I am stubborn as all sin. This you know. -there are no words. The frustration cannot be displayed. I am past that reaction, past this. All I can do now is exist. Is that good enough? Pssh, I can not convinced that it is. Convince me? Yes, that is what I want. I just want to be content. -all the time.
That is impossible.