And it’s feeling more and more like I’ve rediscovered myself. That there are things I’ve tried to accept, things I’ve ignored, and things I’ve become that I will not accept, cannot ignore, and will not be anymore. And with only this much time left, I’m more worried about turning right back into that person that breaks promises to myself. It’s becoming more and more important to hold onto what I’ve rediscovered. 

The truth is:

I honestly wonder if you have ever drawn a line on anything, and if you hurt her I will break your nose.

I wasn’t ready then, and I’m not ready now.

I’ve been more excited then scared, and I that hasn’t changed a whole lot.

I regret allowing good friends and people slip onto the backburner when you absolutely never did.

You will never really get how much you changed my life.

Finally, there is a person I see myself as someday. And I’m making the connection between the people I surround myself with and where I fall short. And I have become less inclined to allow myself to accept it.