I have so many words, thoughts, emotions swirling, entwining in the mess that is my head I find it growing hard to decipher and articulate them into prose. Armed with egotistical verbal meanderings, a socially unaccepted mouth and jaded life experiences I shall persevere. However even knowing I am a survivor I still feel inadeqate, unworthy. Like I am festering on the brink of greatness but coming up short everytime and all of the social mediocrity is laughing at me. Who is Kayla anyway? How the hell do I know? I am constantly evolving, changing I dont recognize myself anymore. I am but a hollowed out cadaverous shell of who I once was.
Current Location: rainbow mind fuckery
How I'm feeling, Bizatch: contemplative