everything

Miserable I'll never be, ungrateful perhaps because I am arrogant. Unsatisfied, always because I feel the need to be better. Unsure because I want whatever is best. Clueless because I think I know everything. Not giving a fuck because it hurts to care and be let down. I think I finally know what I'm afraid of and knowing that, a few things make sense now. I'm really getting a sense of who I am these days and I quite like that person. It is really sort of exciting waking up and being me. I feel like I can do no wrong a lot of the times, yet I'm well aware of wrongful things that I am repeatedly doing. I may continue them, I may not. I'm not too concerned. If they end up mistakes then so be it. I remember times where I wasn't looking out for myself because I was too busy looking out for someone else and I lost track of everything. I'm so sickened by it because I lost everything it felt like. But I'm free now and that's what matters. I can have anything I want. I want everything.