i stopped writing in january.
almost a year now i haven't picked up a pen or pressed a letter on a keyboard. until now.
until this moment i felt no need to, i was determined to better myself.
i had goals. marks that i needed to get to. i guess sometimes it takes an emotional upheaval.
a moment of perfect chaos, thats completely out of your hands for you to have the courage to start again.
this year i've learned a lot about myself, i've learned that complaining gets you nowhere, and will more than likely just piss off the person who's helping you.
i've learned that my mind can be my own worst enemy, but right now were getting along just fine.
i've learned that when it gets hard you shouldn't cry, in turn you wont be able to breathe and then really unattractive things happen. (i learnt that the hard way)
i've learnt that spending too much time with people, you really get to know them. and sometimes the things you learn makes you wish you never had.
but maybe more importantly i know now that nothings ever as bad as it seems, theres always light at the end of the tunnel wether it be a flame of a candle or a floodlight
and that sometimes all you need to do is believe in yourself.
