Almost two whole years. So much has happened, but sadly perhaps, I seem to be exactly the same person I was then. Growing, changing, maturing seem to be out of my league. I have had an epiphany though, well at least I'm realizing the bad parts of my personality are showing. The parts that take shit as easily as it comes. The parts of me that lay down instead of fight. I'm just so tired. All the time. Emotional, physical; I feel like I'm dying a little more every day. I need to write more.