Sometimes... a book can change your life. Or a speech. Or a sentence. Or simply a word. Just a word. One word. And you are changed.

When you told me you cared about me, I believed you. I still want to believe you. I would be able to, if I just stopped thinking for a second. But I never stop thinking. Is that my curse or is that my best trait? Who even knows?

Is it possible for a person to completely change in only a year?

Is it possible that I'm just not cut out for this and never will be?

Is that sad... or is it just life?

I wish I had kept that promise to myself. It's too late now. Today was the day and I was never even close. It is frustrating. I over think, overwork, and over analyze until the ideas are just mush within my head. How will I ever fulfill my dream when I can't even finish anything, ever?