I'm so tired of being "strong".
Trying to be perfect makes me weary.
My patience and tolerance ebbs.
I yearn to be "bad".
Just a little evil.
I want to fuck up.
To have the need to be forgiven.
I'd like to see if anyone loves me as much as I love.
Ah, but that's just a pipe dream.
A fantasy born of self pity.
And anyway there would be no accomplice.
No one willing to contribute to my delinquency.
Or should I say...

I'm spent.