Thirty Eight

I'm sitting in the dark, contemplating whether I should break things off with the people I'm close to or just let things flow like river and pretend that all my worries and problems are gonna wash along with it. Lately I've been problematic, and it is something that I've been steadily regretting now that everything isn't as complicated as what it seems to be on the surface.

Surely this can't be reality. I have been running in circles since I got here. It's as if I can't easily run away from the things that have been haunting me or that's demanding of my own personal time. Just when I thought I could live life normally again, I fell back to my ugly, self-centered, and egotistical mannerisms.