I am a tragically flawed person. But I am trying real hard to be something in this moment.
I cannot sleep because this week I've been sick and awake until 3 or 4 am for the past few nights in a row. I am starving to express myself, and I don't even know what I want to say.
Sometimes I study the plains of my face and can pull out each highlight as I simultaneously identify the shortcomings.
And that face in the mirror looks just as confused as you or I.