Bittersweet?

I feel so conflicted and torn and unsure.

I don't know what's right, and what's best, and who's right, and why I feel so terrible at the exact moment I should be feeling amazing, and how the good moments seem to slip through my fingers so quickly.

I guess I don't really want to talk about it. I guess there's no one really to talk about it with but myself.

Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.

-Company



I'm sort of winging it on my own at this point.