I'm beginning to not just broaden horizons, but the very abstracts of my life. To open both of my eyes, and witness the world before me. My life isn't what it used to be. Life has been drastic as far as calling it change. I'm probably not the only person to say that my life has changed over the many years of life experience. Pure obscurity overcomes my thoughts about life on a daily basis. Bearing the grudges, holding the masses of what's caused me to not view positive perspective and proved it was the biggest downfall on my life. People never did teach me the ways of living a carefree lifestyle. I took the advantages of learning many things on my own time to understand fully. I now see I won't get many explanations, regardless of the struggles that stand in my way. Holding my head up high shows determination and exceeds my attempts to at least try. Fifteen years young, I reflect upon choosing awful decisions and not really give two thoughts about it. I'm a very selfish person, no matter what; you'll never break the exterior of my very own defiance. Stubborn as I may seem I can have heart within life. As the many years of experience, I myself have become of Misanthropy. I experience for myself, that man will never worship anything but himself. The conceptual living of god will never ratify religious beliefs. I wouldn't be on my knees praying for my life, I would be on my feet fighting for my life. Aside from this, on a day-to-day basis I start to learn life was enticed by the ones who truly matter the most. Seven years, taking on what has kept me from living what it was like to feel real. I've picked up on this adaptation of having heart and caring for not just myself, but for others as well. Above all the many people I recall in my life, there have been some that have stayed by my side and I consider them real friends. They've shown me more than just trust, loyalty, and honesty. I'm nothing really all that special to begin with. I'm carefree, stubborn, defiant, and shallow. Morals seriously are for the 1950's. Open your mind and not a bible. Rest assured I fail at everything. Truth is subsequent with lies; we'll never learn to speak of truth. Morbid reality will always continue to become vicious as we learn more truth. I don't really follow the whole conceptual thought on truth in fiction vise-verse to fiction in truth. From where I really witness when and where I give a full explanation about myself. None of which will be able to be fully shown. And writing this won't ever give the full perspective of who I really am. Who are you really to take basic judgments right away and assume you know whom I am when we've never made contact nor socialized. I'm not promising anything and neither should you. Your problems and your trust will never reach my offers; don't take this personal in any way. The interest that fancy me will never fancy yours, I was meant to be different. I would rather have you hate me for who I truly am than to have you hate me for who I'm truly not. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Attack, Decay, Sustain, Release.
And I wish I was strong enough to breathe without you.