Don't know what I want, but I want it now.

Sometimes, I feel like I shouldn't be here: like, an extra, the unwanted, an eyesore, a thorn on the side.

Sometimes, I felt like shit. Sometimes, worst.

Sometimes, I felt like I am. Worst.

If I'm truly capable, then, why cannot I end this?

…and now, meme of the moment.

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ETA:The fact that Blogger ate the entry and I could only remember half of it for re-write, kind of hinted to me that maybe the poetic state may not suit me well.