Life. It's like a boiling pot, where I'm the tomato sauce bubbling inside it.

What the hell is wrong with me? I go back and forth. I get up and sit back down. I look forward, but then want to look back again. Can't I stay still and look at where I'm standing right now? God Almighty. What is this? Although, I still need to look forward -a close future- and smile about it, because I still can.