I'm

scared, I'm insecure, I'm cold, I'm lonely and I just want to be in some one's arms. I don't know what I want at all. I'm happy I'm confident I'm hot and I fucking love my independence. I'm uneasy and unsure and second guessing myself. I regret I remorse and I'm jealous. I forgive and forget and move on and love. I hate and burn and melt and I'll never be the same again. I'm peaceful and tranquil and steady and I've got my head straight. I'm lost and don't have a clue where I'm going. No one understands me. I have the greatest friends. I'm trapped. I'm going with the flow. Things are getting better. I just might be the worse I've ever been. I'm crying I'm laughing I'm shaking.
I'm confused with my emotions. I'm confused with the people around me. I'm confused with my decisions. I want to take so much of it back. I'm not even sure what I'm talking about anymore.
I'm a God damned walking contradiction.