My own purpose has become more than vague, I used to want to do and be so many things, although being sober for 8 months now, I've come to realize that nothing I've done is worthwhile or complete. I've become a new person with new dreams, and although I wish I had new friends, I don't, I don't even have my old ones.
My best friend got put BACK into a juvenile correctional facility last week, and I didn't call her for like three weeks before that, so now I feel like shit (she has just over two months). I quit explore and went to running start, which turned out successful, although now I don't see Hayley, Mariah, Jessica, or anyone else for that matter. The only person from that entire class that I've talked to in the last 6 months is Elliot, and not even that happens very often.
I did, however, decide to post a story I'm still working on, but be kind, it's unedited, unfinished, and very unlike me to post anything that isn't a picture or poetry.



It's hard to start over, to learn everything again. It's hard to remember why I ever did what I did in the first place. But sometimes, I do have those flashbacks, I remember how happy I was, even though that only occured when I was high off of a drug, or bitch ass drunk. I don't understand myself anymore, and I wish that there was someone who did, because maybe then they could explain me to me.



Se La Vis (I realize I didn't spell that right, my french is shitty at best, although I hope the point gets through)