Cam’s thoughts

I wish i knew what i wanted,

but things have been up in the air for me so long,

I am convinced that may be where i belong. 

I keep hurting people, and i'm tiered of it. I will have convinced myself i have found my nook in the world, only to loose aspiration a few months later; leaving those i've drawn in and convinced to care for me.

There have only been a few constant things in my life, and i think for now i'll just hold on to those. I don't want to hurt any more people.

Maybe this is too vague, but the words are hard to find. Has anyone else ever felt this way?