I remember those days like a huge blank. a mass of time. I dont remember any specific details, or how many days, or years.
Sometimes I consider them wasted time.
sometimes I dont. Sometimes I just think those days made me who I am now.
Better? worse?. Just difrent.
Now I know, no matter what, theres always something.
that you are still you, and this will pass too.
I think of life as a period of time given to you to make the most of it.
and im not talking about changing the world or winnin a nobel prize.
to make the most of it your way.
thinking that if you didnt do something you wanted to do, then its your fault.
and I definitely dont wanna be the reason of my misery.