what do you do when you wake up and you're not exactly how you were before?

guess my armors just falling off, and it makes for bad rants where i try to be both sides. put up the strong and the hopeful and end up sound like a mess of fevered words.

eventually, i'll get it right, i guess.

i'm done putting up a wall that just falls down piece by piece. you've got me at that. i'm still scared as hell, but i'm done being paranoid.

time to write some inspiring poetry and see if it pays off...literally.