It isn’t as easy for me as other people, I wish I didn’t have the rest of my life to carry the mistakes on my back that define who I am, even though it doesn’t. I can’t actually be who I really am, because I’ve already destroyed a bright future. I have to just settle for whatever I can get, and be. I’ve never known who I am, I am quiet, I am talkitive, I am compassionate, I am inconsiderate, I am messy, I am clean. I am everything, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, I live with a confused state of mentality all the time, I never know what I am doing, or what to think. I just do. I need some sort of help, but I have no money. I can’t get a better job due to the mistakes of my past. I don’t see the light at the end of my tunnel, but I hope and long for true happiness, and true inner self love.