Where to even begin...

Change. So much has changed.

I am so much more in love with my surroundings than I feel I've been in a long time.

Friends. Family. Work. City. Life.

I'm sorry I've been away. Things got out of hand. And I forgot all about this.
I'm trying different things. Things that I don't feel confident about, which make them kind of scary.

I'm not stuck. I don't ever have to be anything if I don't want it to be so.
We don't give ourselves enough credit sometimes.

There are good days and there are bad days.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Al-fucking-right.

I want everything to be alright. I want things to get better. I want real. Truth.

I want to know. Because not knowing seems to be a constant answer to everything these days.

Mostly, I want the people I'm surrounded by to be alright. Because so few of them are right now. And what's the point in being alright if you aint got nobody to be alright with?

I overused the word alright. And now I don't like it. I want to be MORE than just ALRIGHT.
Alright is settling.
EFF.

Sometimes it feels like the heart is no place to be singin' from at all.

"All at once, the world can overwhelm me

There's almost nothing that you could tell me

That would ease my mind.

Which way will you run

When it's always all around you

And the feeling's lost and found you again.

A feeling that we have no control."

-Jack Johnson.

Faults in my foundation.

Figuring everything out is easier said than done. And I've probably made more than enough mistakes for someone my age. But in some weird way, I kind of like that I have made so many. And I'm becoming aware of all my faults. That's just how it goes, I suppose.

I'm sort of passive to the whole mistake-making idea. Regret is sort of a waste of time and energy, ya know?

Like I deserved it.

"Budding at my finger tips,

Touching you I start to bloom."