21 months, 12 days and 7 hours later.
I am still here.
I am still alive.
I am still discovering.
I have learned that I can love.
I have learned that I can feel pain.
I have learned that I'm a fucking asshole.
I have learned that I'm not fucking invincible.
Things don't stay the way they are and constantly change.
Hell, maybe a little faster than the fucking AIDS virus.
I'm still a mystery.
Mostly to myself, that is. And quite possibly those who surround me.
I've picked up many. And I've lost many.
I've lost my job.
I've lost my working status.
And yet I still pay my God damned taxes.
12 months of overindulging.
Of being in another mindset.
And only being me half the time.
I don't even know what I'm talking about. I'll let you know when I do.
Whoever you happen to be.
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