God got cocky when he made AndyKay.

Forcing words will not further my cause because forced words don’t mean a thing at all. But I can’t help but feel someone elses vocabulary linger in the back of my throat like a meddling mother in law. Is this really what is has come to? I’m beginning that stage where I suddenly evaluate my past, since I’m old enough to actually have one. I still don’t really understand how I am the way I am, but I don’t really think I need a beginning. I’m just exsisting, and for once in my life I’m okay with that.