so life.yeah that thing called living. does it always have to be so hard? really? because after climbing 1 mountain there seems to be another one to climb. and at the top the views great but coming back down you realise you will never have that same view again. i've always fought for everything i've wanted. but now im tired, i have fought for to long i just want a little time out peace and above all a little time to find clarity in my life, but there's no rest for the wicked right ? when i look in the mirror i see nothing special just a person. a person who spends time drowning in the past and fighting to come up for air but just gets dragged back under by the current.but i will keep fighting to get the surface. why? because thats all i know what to do. the only person you can count on is yourself ... but even you can can let yourself drown a little.
so here's to fighting! no matter how much you want to give up .
after all its in my blood.
ah i really need to start my course work.
i haved made a big mess but i will bloody fix it.