Changes
I've done a massive amount of thinking, for quite a long time now and i've realized something. I'm not the same person i used to be, Or even relatively close to it. After everything that's happened I keep thinking, "how the hell did i manage that?" Or "I used to do that? What the hell was wrong with me." And these changes really prevent me from doing a lot that i used to enjoy, a majority of it being actually talking to random people whom i've never met. And yet it still keeps me up at night wondering if anything would have happened differently would i still be the person i am today? Would i even give a ********? I guess the easiest way to justify why i'm writing this is You don't know how much you take something for granted until it's completely gone and there's absolutely no way of getting it back. And over time, wounds heal but depending on how deep the wound there's always going to be a scar reminding you. Sure this may not make any sense to the masses, But hey, Remember Your reading whats on My Mind.
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