yourself.

I'm about to go to bed. I had another boring day. I slept all day, I went out for a coffee, and I ended up here.
I'm always talking about how much I want to get back to where I used to be; now that thought seems so far away. 3 years after my rise, 3 years after my sweet sixteen. I wish things would last forever; but alongside time comes knowledge. Better knowledge of my very own self, my thoughts and my nightmares. It's weird, how much there actually IS in us, and we can't even see or just ignore it.
I see people around me that are refusing to deal with the past or with their truth, by turning one big lie into their reality; and it's at that point that I say "Welcome to my truth". That's me, hate me or love me. If you're willing to become my friend, then you'll get both my good and my bad. It's so much better when you're being honest, when you are being yourself, when you act spontaneously. Some consider it the key to happiness. I'd just say it is what one should live for.