I long to be a mother, but I hate children.
I do everything in my power to have a stable life, although stability bores me.
I take pride in being sober, but every day I crave to use again.
I love being in long relationships, but I am dangerously weak to temptation.
I strive for professionalism and structure, but my soul just wants to travel aimlessly and endlessly without a care for my outward appearance.
Every day feels like a war between what I like to do and who I have to be.
I just want to be me, but I know it will leave me in a ditch somewhere.