Have you read -=MY DISCLAIMER=- yet
I am called Legion for we are many yet outside of my insignificant existence I am nothing. The circular ramblings of the unfocused mind like the tireless energy of a puppy chasing his tail. What would he do with it should he catch it? I see the big picture but can't change my own version to fit. A bottomless well of misery from denying everything somehow still exists when the denial is over. I'm in control and reaching for things yet I feel guilty for the greed and now the misery is just a new flavor replacing the old but no less bitter in it's own right. I want to go left, so I turn right. I want to be whole, so I sacrifice. I want to be happy, so I hate myself. I want to die, so I continue on in my agony.
