A few years back I set myself a goal. I was going to find myself, my purpose in life, my true calling. And for a few moments I did. I was so certain of all the things I accomplished, of who I became. Most of you can atest to that fact, I was on my way and nothing could stop me. I'm not really sure what happened, maybe it's her fault, maybe it's mine, maybe it's yours. I'll probably never know, or at least I'll deny it forever. But what I do know, is that this is me taking control of my life, of my destiny. I'm not afraid to take a stand, well I'm a little afraid, but aren't we suppose to be? Isn't that what makes it fun? Knowing that you might screw up, but also realising that there's a chance you might succede. I did it once, and I swear to you all, I'll do it again...
Did you ever think I would end up here? Do you remember what you used to say to me? Because I sure do and I tell it to myself everyday before I fall asleep. I was always good enough for you, even if you saw me now you would burst from pride. At my worst I was good enough, heck I was perfect. I miss that feeling, it's been so long I can't even recall it anymore. I'll find someone who makes me feel the way you did, until then I'll keep looking through my window, hoping to see what once was and will never be again...
