I'm just rift raft and I keep floating on and on, I've been a drift for what will soon be two years. It's so sad it's so true, I literally let what would have been two very productive years pass me by.
If I told you my life story, you would be telling me how much of an idiot, how much of a let down, how much wasted talent, potential, I really was, and really am.
I'm lost, I'm still lost, I find comfort in the smallest of things, and I've been running, running scared away from what I need to be.
Life, well life was better at sixteen, it was so carefree, I really need to act my age, it truly breaks my heart to reflect on what could have been.
I need to stomach the truth and accept what needs to be, what I still can be, but it's so fucking hard, I really need to bite the bullet, I've accepted my faults, it's been long overdue to tackle and take care of it.
I've become everything I never dreamed to be.
I guess the purpose of this blog is to generate a sense of will power, to generate the motion and balance from allowing me to further sink.
I will overcome this, and I shall succeed, because I have the very means to.
