Nothing. Wasting time. Walking down a path that subconsciously I knew would lead me to heartbreak. I didn't listen to myself, evidently. Now, here I am -pathetic as ever- with a growing pain in my chest and it's all my fault. What a loser.
Drowning my sorrows wouldn't be too healthy, but then again the fact of me dwelling on all of this isn't either. It's kind of funny; I dreamed of this moment in what I called nightmares, and now it's actually true. Awesome, my nightmares are coming true. Is there no mercy for me? It will only end when I let it, so moving on is the only choice I have. I sound like a broken record.
I have one dream, one goal I need to realize. My life will be forever now dedicated to making this dream a reality. I mean it. Three years of dickin' around is just sad. This will be what saves me from life's shitty-ness. If I fail, then what the fuck's the point?
Ready. Set. Fire.
