You think it's fictional? Mythical? Maybe.

Have you ever not felt happy but not sad either? Just hanging on, too indifferent to feel any sort of emotion. Angst comes and goes like the stars in the night sky.
Eventually it begins to form a pattern like the constellations that form designs in the inky blue sky.

I'm slightly useless, slightly broken, slightly warped.
But aren't we all? Some just choose to hide it. We all seem to have the days that just aren't worth everything we go through.

I think we all need some time to ourselves, but I think sometimes I use that time to over think. To scare myself out of my dreams, to deter myself from my desires. But I know either way my future is coming each and every day. What's going to happen is going to happen and I can do nothing to change that. Maybe some small choices each day will alter my life to some extent; but either way what is meant for me will be meant for me.

Life cannot be some master planned community. It can't be a house that you choose every part of. You can't just buy your future on the market for a stock price.
A future is something priceless yet tangible all at the same time. Your future cannot be predicted or planned no matter how hard you hope or wish and try.

Only one who got burned.

Built to bend, I'm now at the point of breaking from this life that I so carelessly lead.
I need some bit of security in my life, but no one seems to be bringing this to the table.

Bend to break, I'm snapping into two.
Don't make me do this again.