Temperature

It feels as if I've got the gist. But somehow the finger keeps pointing back at me..and Im tired. Im tired of wanting to change, of wanting to stop being myself.

The Truth of my existence: I've tried to be what I thought I should be..trampling, in the process every atom of what I could be...and I've failed..yet this realization brings another accusation with it...and Im tired.

The thought of not being responsible for some of the greater misfortunes is comforting, but is it "right"?

Exhausted.