When, where, how you grow up. The dreams, the plans, the desire to succeed. I fall so far sometimes I cant imagine living another day.  Why, because my head is fucked. 
     I wanted success for I thought it meant happiness.
     I wanted money for I thought it meant power.
     I wanted sex for I thought it meant comfort.
Not quite so simple at least not for me. I cant imagine I'm the only man with issues. The only man that feels alone. I have a lot to offer this world. I have thoughts and ideas that make me proud to be me. Yet still I hate myself. Yet still I lack the confidence to achieve... What makes some viable for success? What's with people that are shitty at what they do making it big? Is there a world that embodies fairness, for to believe in Karma almost seams feudal. You fight to reach the top only to feel empty for success doesn't mean happiness. You work to make money only to find the power is inside . You search for someone to make you feel whole only to find that you and you alone can achieve this goal.