Damn.

Shit, I have been doing a shit load of thinking and a little talking. Maybe I go for the wrong ones, or maybe, I'm just wrong. Who the fuck knows now a days? I sure as hell don't. I just know this isn't for me; I'm not meant to be the man they are making me into, yet I slowly become him. I transform, killing every ounce of love, kindness, and compassion that makes me Kyle. Fuck the bullshit of beating around the bush. I'm sad and discontent.

Fuck this shit. I'm out.