been sitting here for the past hour staring into the blanks, thinking. my time of rebellion started out later than my friends, ended sooner than some of theirs as well. but within these short few years, i picked up habits that should have been best left untouched, and done things that i aint proud of. but nevertheless, they taught me well. cliche as it always sound, it made me who i am today. however far from being an exemplary individual to look up to, and however much more i need to learn, i know i’ve at least been a better person than i was yesteryears.
though grateful for the mistakes made, chances given and actions taken, there are still time (albeit in minimal length) where i think these demons would consume me whole. old fears and ingrained cynicism do nothing to aid my cause in finding happiness. but no, i shall not be daunted and lose what i have rebuilt so far.
i know i make no sense. not if i am seven hours into my supposed slumber time.
