fantastic.

That stupid crossroads that everyone gets to in their own time, I'm there. 

and I'm pissed. 

I hate how typical I feel now that I'm there and worse still that I may be here for awhile. 

It's my own fault because I built up these next twelve months, that in this next year I would find it, and everything would fall into place. 

but oh, 

way to stop caring about everything the second it starts.

way to not put in the effort when it counted. 

the worst part of it is, that I know its suppose to make me want to try harder and it just doesn't. 

i AM happy. 

the person I am, is the person I would like to be. 

but no one else gets it.