it makes me think about all of the things that i thought i would've accomplished by now.

all the things that i shouldve done. all of the things that i shouldnt've done. all of the things i have done.

life goes on i suppose. maybe i should be more optimistic. maybe this next year will hold the changes needed for me to become who i would like to be.

do the things i would like to do...

time waits for no man...

i suppose i better get going... can't take my time anymore, i'm dying one second at a time. slowly, ever so slowly.

sometimes i feel alone... absolutely alone. solitude in the cold dark reaches of my own mind.

other times i feel crowded. bombarded by swarms of mosquitos pricking me all over, robbing me of my life energy. sucking me dry.

i can't say i don't like the feeling of being alone though. sometimes its the only way i can think clearly.

perhaps i should never look back again. leave those that i have left behind to fend for themselves in the fires of hell. maybe i should only look foward, carefully watching each step as its taken, drawing whats left of my existence on this plane out, in attempts to stretch my time.

maybe i should begin to enjoy what i have, and give more openly. freeing myself of desire for earthly, materialistic objects and money.

perhaps, i should just be...