Today there is a differance between being
committed and happy.
"I have to."
"My fear of the unknown."
Happiness if freedom
Today I can't decide if I am committed or happy
I can't figure out if i'm the most selfish person
on the entire fucking planet
or if i'm just realizing the mistakes that i've made
and almost can't bare to live with them any more
but i'm committed.
Where do you draw the line between
freedom, self expression, and bliss compared
to "I have to"?
What sucks is that the things you used to love no
longer have meaning in your life.
They're not there anymore.
But i'm committed.