I feel like doing something drastic. At this point I think something drastic is necessary. I feel like shaving my beard. Or my head. Maybe both. I feel like getting all of my tattoos removed, or getting a whole shit-load more. I want to look like someone else; maybe then I can feel like someone else.
I don’t want to be myself anymore, nor do I want to be who I pretend to be. And if you asked me who it was that I did want to be, I don’t think I could give you an answer.
I just want to be made new.
Yours in Contemplation,