Figure a fingering

I’m tired, sad, and crazy. The ideas that I’ve been kooking up have been well thought out, but my recent ones have just reminded me that I’m a piece of shit with no direction. It’s not true, however, I’m struggling with my own self through this mental  bullshit. I am potential. What my mentality wants to state is my failure. I’ll go kicking and screaming. I’ll go the way of harumbe. Fuck all that. I’m just in need of regrouping and relying less on the shit that got me here in the first place. I’ve always tried to write lyrics and I’ve come up with cliche awfulness.