or so we thought

 

 

I didn't die when I thought I would.

Now I have more time.
Not much, but hopefully enough.

Let's not linger on that, however. I was given another chance and I'm going to take it.

I'm really... I'm really ashamed of who I've been. How I've acted. What I've said.
But I cannot erase those choices. They are what they are, and all I can do now is hope to reconcile them.
I was put here to love and inspire, not to fear and suspect. I've turned into a paranoid wreck and I've become emotional to a fault. I'm a mess, simply put.

So many of my old entries no longer apply to my life. So many thoughts and ideas have become corrupted over the past few months. I'd go back and revise them but that would be writing over the old realities, so I'll leave them for introspection...

Still, there's far too much to live for, and I refuse to give up hope.
I'll try again.
It's never too late, after all.