A brand new persona, same old me still. Gotta stop telling strangers all about the ways my parents fucked me up. They didn't really, but still every parent does this in their own sweet way. In my case, it's all about how emotions and words have no sense at all. One moment you can be yelled at and cursed with the filthiest words, next you'll find yourself being proud of and loved (?). I believe that it should never be like that. The only permanent thing in the world being the will of a parent, I mean. Words need to mean what they mean. So now I often get confused or, which is way worse, indifferent about what people say. Do they really mean it or not? Sometimes I say horrible or stupid things on a whim. I don't mean them at all, they just somehow find a way to escape my mouth for no apparent reason. It really complicates things and enforces the inconsistecy.