Purpose...

I'm extremely complex. Such so that I can't really define myself in a sentence.

Lately I can see that my nomadic mindset is redefining itself again in some new way I can't quite understand. Or maybe its that I don't want to accept it...

I'm just saying. I've dedicated 12 years of my life to service of some sort. No, let's say ideals...and it doesn't seem like I've served any of those ideals or maybe it's that I feel this immense feeling of waste. As if some master puppeteer took what small innocence myself and a few of my friends had and twisted it for their on gain...Leaving us all walking wounded in some form or another. None of us talk about it but we all have that same feeling. The frustrating feeling is I can't understand why I know that.

Dunno. I've just been angry lately for no apparent reason.