18 years of the same.
Hmmm... so I am 18 now. I guess it is a little clichéd to say I don't feel any different... but I don't. I dunno I guess it kinda sucks that I don't I mean I'd always hoped that by the time I reached this point in life I would have a firm idea of what I want to do for the rest of my life, have some degree of confidence and self-worth, fit and healthy and maybe even feel a little less lonely. I guess that's what I get for having the ambitiousness of a very dead sloth. I think now more than ever I want to finish the design for my tattoo so I have a constant reminder to tell me that I can't spend the rest of my life fucking around and preaching my idealistic ideas without really acting on them. I want to do something meaningful with my life even if it is one person I can truly help then I think I can die feeling fulfilled. I just wish it were easier to make people listen to the truth myself included. Ah well… I think that’s it from me for a while.