i realize i have moments of depression. i get the winter blues as well but thats a cop-out. an easy excuse to be readily made. what it comes down to, i'm rebelling. i realize why the road is narrow, it's hard to stay on if you don't watch your footing. if i don't do what i need to do to choose the things that help me, how can i help me? why is it that when one knows better they still make the wrong choice? maybe i need to learn this. i am a girl from the school of hard knocks after all.
if you have the time or the inclination to stay with me, you'll find out what happens when someone does make better choices. i like that girl. she's happier. she grows and learns better. i want to know her again.