Fickle me

There are times when I can not be swayed in what I want. It seems as of late I am fickle, more fickle than I ever remember being. From one moment to the next I can not seem to stick with what I want. One moment of clarity perhaps?

I want it I don't want it I ache for it I don't ache for it I need it I don't need it I'm sure I'm not sure I'm angry I'm not angry I love I don't love...what has become of me?