I don't know guys. Some of you only know me through these stupid little notes to no one. Some of you have seen me or heard of me. Not a lot of good I assume. Much of it true and more.
I messed up pretty bad when I was a lot younger. I tried to address faults. Work to improve and move forward. I made giant strides of progress and accomplishment. I knew the cards were stacked against me and I convinced myself I was going to win anyway.
I guess I hit my third lap or something. The first 800 m is adrenaline, the last 400 empties the tank. Third lap makes the PR.
I don't know what I'm talking about.
I was starting to stable off again but I still might have effed it all up. As much as I said it was counted as a solution, I really don't want to go back to prison.
I have goals. Experiences that are past over due. I did not commit a crime or hurt anyone.
I was just trying to find a safe place to live. Decent job. Finish school. Find a few ways to help somehow.
I don't know if I'll ever be a good person. At this point, I'm so much mush, I could be whatever you want.