idk.

I'm forever wrestling with feelings - feelings that are there but shouldn't be there.
They all just amount to frustration when I attempt to sort them out, to put them to words, or to dismiss them.
All I'm left with in the end are just vague little snippets of the raw truth: edited, deleted, refined.
Then those 3 ugly words remain to (un)explain it all: I. don't. know.
I hate being cryptic, to people, to myself.
That, or I'm just truly scared of answering the difficult questions.
I wish I could simply say things without any repercussions. But I know that can never be the case.




i.don.'t.know.what's.real.anymore.