So I've done alot of thinking recently.
I started this account in '02, meaning I was 12. I am now 18. 6 years of time has passed. A majority of my time on here was spent with me being depressed, drugged up, delirious, or a mixture of the 3. The past 2 years (for the most part..sorta..) have given way to clearer thinking and a time in my life where I've finally outgrown the urge to appear "badass" to everyone/terrible fashion choices/the very bad judgment of character I had that was visible by the company I kept back in junior high.

I hardly think about seriously sitting down and writing anymore. I often catch myself WISHING I could, but I no longer can sit down at any point and easily scribble out a page or two. When I do finally manage to write something, I hate it. I personally think things from '06 and earlier were some of the best things I've ever written.
Back when I was terribly young, lost, and slightly out of it.

I can't help but wonder if, given the option, I would hand over my long-yearned comfortable (though no where near perfect) life I've finally obtained in favor of the drive and "talent" I once had.

On a slightly different note, this is what's going on with me these days:
New York & DC: 19th or 20th - 26th
Community College sometime in August (what ever)
If I could have any wish right now my dad would stop drinking.
I'm still pretty lost in my life, I've just learned to make it more controlled, enjoy it more, take it slower and move on from the past.