My Enemy.

I am my own worst enemy.

I got into a fight with my parents yesterday and it was probably one of the most intense fights I have had with them so far.

Looking back at it, I realize I'm still a child and I still have a long ways to go.

In a sense, I feel misunderstood, but I complain about something that seems so mundane that I can't grasp the bigger picture. And I struggle. I really do, to grasp it but it slips through my fingers each time I reach for it.

Nothing is worse, than being preached there are those who love you. But when you scream and scream and scream and you realize no one is there. But if they're there, they're above out of sight out of mind.

It's interesting, my mom and I are actually more alike then I think either one of us care to admit. She's full of pride, always needing to be the ultimate authority on things, one of the most closed minded people I will ever meet who thinks of herself as open minded. But what can I say, I'm most of those things too.

I think I've lost what it means to truly love. I like to bandy words about like caring, but in terms of love? I don't know it seems so lost to me that I seem so callous to those around me. So impersonal and cold. I can't make myself love, but I'm not trying either.

So I sit and I wonder.