Sequel.

I just got real depressed real fast.

I fall in love w my ideas of situations, too easily.



I get crushed too easily, too, sometimes.



I wonder, sometimes, if I should just try everything out-- everything that I ever aspired to do-- before giving up.

Or if I should give up, because I know that I'm 100% insatiable, and nothing that I choose to do will keep me stable and settled for long.



It's me.
I'm a chameleon.
I'm only passionate when I'm in control.
I'm never in control of myself.
I lost control over myself.
I can't control myself.


I can't find someone to be in control of me, for me.