Go fuck yourself.

       I'm torn between my desire to have an active and fulfilling life and my desire to never leave my bed ever. But I stopped telling myself that I’m lost. I’m not. I’m on a road with no destination, I’m just driving with hope that I’ll find a place that I like and I’ll stay there. I’m not lost, I’m on my way. "Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive ; let them understand that I am of a different kind : dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs." I am a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has high standards... and I'm scared. Of myself.