To Stupify...
I am a complex person. In my world, hormones rage, emotio n s wane , questions are always left unanswered and love ceases to e xist. In my world, dependency is not tolerated and tears are rarely shed. In my world, girls mature into women and boys remain boys. My world revolves tightly around one element ... a loveable , comical , quick-witted redhead . I've never fathomed why individuals do what they do , say what they say, act how they act. Again, I am a complex being ... most are simply infantile. To accurately figure some one out is to live carelessly. To o many of my d ays have gone to squander trying to discover a resolution to everything/everyone that ha s foiled me ... and yet, I remain stupefied. As my birthday approaches, (in 3 distant months), I begin to lay all of these worries to rest. I have slowly activated the process of releasing all confusion, anger, worry, struggle, negativity, grief, distress, tribulati...