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it's almost a year since my transition from a scrawny, semi-emotionless binge drinker to a confident, dependable trooper(/binge drinker). it's flown by faster than i can believe.
being home has made me see what sacrifices i've made. wondering what ones are still to come. what i left behind. what could have been. it makes me think where my friendships, relationships, everybody will be after all is said and done. i get dizzy thinking of the possibilities. it makes me slightly regret stepping out of my comfort zone, but if a life of "what if's" filled my head in my little world, it wouldn't be too splendid. what a crazy stir in my brain. i guess i'll just have to thrive on phone calls, and photographs. memories and hope.
five hours out from a fresh year. my resolution: don't die.
being home has made me see what sacrifices i've made. wondering what ones are still to come. what i left behind. what could have been. it makes me think where my friendships, relationships, everybody will be after all is said and done. i get dizzy thinking of the possibilities. it makes me slightly regret stepping out of my comfort zone, but if a life of "what if's" filled my head in my little world, it wouldn't be too splendid. what a crazy stir in my brain. i guess i'll just have to thrive on phone calls, and photographs. memories and hope.
five hours out from a fresh year. my resolution: don't die.