Let it be.

I hate to feel like I've wasted the last 18 years. I've come to realize I'm a fool. Not a fool in the strange sense, but a fool in the sense that, I can't seem to finish anything I start. I act ambitious, I act independent, but here I am.

With another unfinished puzzle.

I'm so mad with myself. I have ambitions, I have goals, I have expectations for myself. And yet, I refuse myself to reach them. Maybe I should just lower my own expectations.

Eh, I feel guilty for sitting here complaining when I know for a fact people have it worse. I visited a friend yesterday in the hospital, it was such a relief. I had a hard time dealing with his current situation. I can't seem to forgive myself for the way things ended just before he ended up in the hospital. But talking to him gave me some closure, I feel better. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself though.

I can't believe I fell asleep.


"And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be."