My ritual is to once a week look at my life.
I don't plan it, it just happens...
Its on those days that i seem to be at my worst.
I guess one could say that's true...
but i'm not, i'm just... evaluating.
Strange though is the fact that while evaluating,
the decisions that i've made, that i'm ok with,
seem wrong...
entirly wrong... and it pains me...
but i know they're not wrong...
just different... from what's to be expected.
But then look at me...
what can you really expect from someone like me...
the unexpected... thats all...
don't expect me to be sad when i should be...
don't expect me to laugh at a joke...
don't expect me to run from my fears...
don't expect me to kiss who i'm attracted to...
don't expect me to have a happy ending...
just expect me to be me... and expect the unexpected...