Letters from Rome.

I don’t know where to start but within this rough outline I think what I need to do and where I am going will become more and more clear. This is a short paper into my brain, maybe it’s just for me and no one else in the world will ever give a shit, but I was told by a good friend that it might be a good idea to organize your feelings, your past, your mind as it is now, to sort out all the pain, sort out the want, and need that has been happening to me recently. Although the bigger problem is probably the fact that the pain now is just augmented because of confusion on how I got here. All of this boils down to a matter of love, a matter that no mind can comprehend, this is about how I went crazy trying to figure it out and how I ended up hurting and pushing away the person I wanted to give myself to, at least that’s how I felt at the time.