reboot

When I look at myself in the mirror I wonder, how the hell did I grow up to become me? I may try to count the ways but it isn’t going to be easy to even try to re-think what I have made of myself. My life isn’t the Matrix, and there won’t be any reformats and take two’s. The longer I stare at the mirror the longer I become hopeless thinking that somehow, things could have been different.

But things are what they are now and ill start living with it again. It took time before I could realize that I still am me. I may have forgotten that but I still am the same. Now its time to start anew – this time let me do this alone