I often wander around, not really understanding myself. I am willing to admit there are aspects of myself I am not particularly fond of; who doesn’t have those tendencies?
I know now why I was put on this earth. There is nothing to describe, except that sometimes it is the most painful thing in the world to ponder, yet most of the time it is as if being in heaven itself. As it is with my life, there is little in the middle; it is all or nothing.
This time, it is all.
Damn, it feels good.