I haven't written anything in a while.

But the thing is, I don’t really need to.

I write when I’m depressed, when I’m sad, when I’m lonely, when I’m afraid. It’s my catharsis.

For the first time in a while, I’m none of these things. I’m hopeful. I’m dangerously close to happiness. I’m excited. I’m confident.

It’s funny how the destruction of a dream can hurt so badly at first, but then spawn a new, more realistic and attainable dream as a result.

This is my life. I may not be where I want to be, and I may not have the things that I want to have, or the opportunities that I wish I could have, but I know that my time will come. I have my whole life ahead of me. I just needed a disappointment to see it.