this is it. the beginning of your new life. i ask that you don't forget who you are and what you believe in. if you need anything, i'm here for you. always will be. just be careful. watch the signs. i love you, you know. i want what's best for you.
and don't you worry about me. i managed before you. i'll managed after you. be strong. find a way. a way back home. just don't question it if you don't find me there. you are where you belong. where you wanted to be.
they don't know what i'm capable of. i fear i don't know what i'm capable of. i may fall, walking this path. but i will rise soon after to finish it. i will love those around me. and come to hate those beneath me. i will laugh through my pain. i will loath no memory. i am who i am. and when everything is set and done. aligned and stacked, look for me. for i am all you have. all you need. my bones won't break. i will not bleed. i will support your weight. bare the heat and the cold. just remember one thing. i can't survive on my own.
my life isn't that interesting. i don't think i would have the energy for it if it was. i would give it all away just to be in peace in this world. you see, i don't care for what it has to offer me. and i don't desire to give anything to it either. i don't know, maybe somewhere along the line i fell apart from it all. one day i just woke up, and realized that though i'm in this world, doesn't mean i must be of it.
having regrets. that's what haunts us, isn't? the fear of one day having to ask ourselves, why didn't i live life to the fullest? why did i waste so much time, at work, around the house, updating myspace profiles? a sad perspective of life is that you're born, you grow, you work, and then you die. sometimes you may see it coming, sometimes it just sneaks up on you. your final thoughts stay with you. no one ever knows of them.
like i said, my life isn't that interesting. but that doesn't bother me. becuase what's interesting varies from person to person. so who knows? maybe some see my life as extraordinary. so much in fact that i myself haven't even caught up with it. i believe that life is the vacation. that 15 minute break. reccess. remember that time? how do you forget something like that?
got an email from my past today. he send it to me on 12/09/08 though. it was very... nice. i feel like shit because he doesn't even know i don't think of him as a friend anymore. last time i saw him, i was just too different. too distant. i didn't understand how our friendship even came to exist in the first place. i don't know why people try to reach me now for help. where the fuck were they when i needed them? still, i'll think about replying. maybe that'll help the poor guy out. maybe, if he's still alive.