Sometimes life makes no sense to me. Some people are just simply handed things, while others have things taken away. It's always time that gives us answers, though. It's always time. Now's the time to start living. Letting go of past mistakes. Making the cuts we need and spending time with the people we've been taking for granted. It's time to move forward and mean everything we say and do. Everything counts, now.

I have 28 days to be a kid, but I stopped long ago. It's sad, I think. It's also liberating. I'm going to make some changes, and start establishing ME. Once that number is gone, people will look at me differently. I won't be so different anymore, but it's ok.