Read this

I claim I’m a Dr. 

but he never asked .

Different from the nurse 

As that was physical.

The past is , the past , is the past , is the past

And there it lays the fine line between love and admiration 

Do I admire you?

Because how could I love a feeling that is now lost.

Love is obviously to be fooled 

If I intend to not pretend 

To meet your sweet demeanor on the street 

Is intelligence a number or is sensuality behind a filter 

My recommendation is to continue... as you are no other

Perhaps you’re , On the wrong block, how would I know?

Stalk you , I would not - could not .

Seems you’re the one whom invades my thoughts 

Did you ask why? 

Lol ,so do I !

lost agenda

Oh the objective of this blog, I forgot.
I was just once again trying to make sense. 

 Sense of myself, to myself

unfortunately only for myself.

I mean I know there’s a few people in my life who care

Care about me , as long as it doesn’t take up to much of their time.

Time is always what matters to most .

I’ve wasted so much of it myself simply because I was unaware of it.

Obvious to what my long term arrangement of life was going to be.

My agenda? Ha! 

I simply lived and was riding the roller coaster of events. 

I again had been obvious To actually stop and think , to redirect my behavior 

If the event was negative, let alone if it occurred more than once.

By the time I was forced to think about this I began to realize I wasn’t turning out the way I wanted

I did something drastic to try and change. I thought it worked 

I guess not .

with that lack of acknowledgement I went back to a depression 

Stuck waiting for someone to get me