Nothing Sticks This far in #life you could say i've lost myself. It doesn't make sense who i am - i can almost forget who brought me here. the lies that it started with. A #life that has sometimes gone in half-wanted misguided directions. Nothing sticks. I'd once hoped to change by changing my name from "who i am" to "who i'm not" to "still stuck figuring myself out. but nothing stays, that doesn't please society. Not my soul, not my thoughts - which are pieces of a younger me. Who knows which one? I've gone far enough past hope, back across memory lane which always ends with nonstalgia. this far in, nothing sticks.
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