Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. Sometimes I wonder what I really live for. I had the best time of my life last year, and I think it was because I was free. I constantly struggle finding purpose and trying to find happiness, but it seems the time I’m most happy is when I have only myself to worry about. I wish I would have realized this sooner. Maybe I would have made different decisions. I don’t know. Sometimes I miss my past.













