These past few days I've been reliving the memories. The good, the bad, the obvious, the in-between lines of you and me.

Everything I fought so hard for, refused to budge for, held on so tightly, seems to be wrong, and these words of conviction taste so awry and acrid in my mouth. Every step I take seems to take me further away from my dreams, my ideals, everything I thought I wanted. Everything I do seems to be the opposite of what I stand for.


I don't know what I stand for anymore.