Why is it somedays all i want is love, and others i yearn for talent? My days are traded from the need of comfort with wanting to go off in my own world. Ive come to realize that maybe what im looking for the most is simply stability. Roller coasters can be fun but after the 20th time, you get to feeling a tad sick. Ups and downs and wide curves and roundabouts happen in life, theres no denying that, but where is the cut off for too many? If my life is supposed to be an amusment park, cant i just take a break and get some cotton candy once in a while. No. Im constantly thrown onto the fastest, puke-out-your-gut-est, most dangerous rides. Eventually it all comes out, the corndogs, fench fries, and haunting lies. Thrown into someones face like a piece of trash out a car window. I guess what im trying to say is, i need someone to bring me a towel and get me the hell out of this place.