Still talking the same shite.
Words. Words. Words. Does anything ever change? I'm still doing the best I can and I know now, more than eve, just how little that means in the real world. There is no making up for lost time. That's why it's called lost. No catching up on anything. Sleep or don't. Read or don't.
I've still got a way to go to get done with the things I came here to do, but at least I came here to do something. Staying behind would have been suicide. I would have never fixed what was broken and that would have driven me insane.
Even a little progress is better than no progress, right? I have to be grateful that I'm not in the same place I was a year ago, but I can't take my sweet ass time with baby steps anymore. I need something real to happen and soon or might just get too comfortable here as well. I don't think there's any situation I can't just turn into a state of being and remain in for years, however unhealthy or monotonous it becomes.
On the upside, seeing new things everyday and meeting new challenges is refreshing. Maybe this is where the old demons come into play. I keep getting these feelings like I'm being given the chance to backtrack a little into a old skin but with a fresh mind and a renewed lust for life. I'm a little less nervous about the things I want and that makes it interesting.
