It's exactly one week into the new year, 2011, and while there wasn't too much physical damage; it was my brain that suffered the most. As if it has broken down, limping along the side of the road like a crack addict looking to score. Anything. Give me anything and I can work with that. Writing saved me before and I'm determined to once again pull myself up, but it was never this far down.
I lost my future, my dream, whatever the case is. I fucked it up and now it's time to refocus and build another future. If anything, to build strength and discipline. Begin making my mark on this planet, so rather than trying to figure out the meaning of it all, I will make it all mean something.
