I made one.
Turns out it's not really my thing.

You have no idea how long the gap between that last statement and this one was. I sat here for like 30 minutes pondering on what to say. I'm going to try to define my feelings one hundred percent. Something that isn't done easily.

Memories consume me.
Of things that I have done.
It controls me.
I don't know how I got this way - I know it's not all right.

I do not obtain the knowledge nor ability to regain control of my life.
I more then likely have been hasty with comparing my life to others.

All I know is, I don't have any clarity to show you what I mean.
Accept stating the obvious, and sticking to the subject of said obvious comment.

I hate my life.

Mentally.
Physically.
Spiritually.
Sexually.

As a human, I can only see the world from my eyes.
Which, despite popular vote, is not an unreasonable position.
It's exactly what I'm designed to do.
I don't care that things could be worse.
Like I said, I'm sticking to the facts.

I'm in pain.

Mentally.
Physically.
Spiritually.
Sexually.

And I want it to stop.

Just this time I don't instigate, and say what I don't mean.
This is how I truly feel.