To: My Dear Frenemy, Life

Sometimes I think I must be bipolar. Half of me wants to love life, but the rest of me just wants to die. When I think of a clash of wills, I think of two people, not one. Me. Most of the time life's just...monotonous. Boring. But if I don't care about life, then why am I so excited about FINALLY getting a pair if jeans that fits -Double zero short? Life is just confusing, and it makes me think. That's not always a good thing. Aagh now the other side of me is begging to differ. I really need to think, it says. Think before I speak. Now my double-willed self is fighting and screaming in my head. This isn't what I want. I just want to BE! I want to live my life for God, but I want to die for him too. Confusion!!! I think I need a nap...