Ohhhh snap, it's yet another blog.

I'm going to save the excuses and the i-would-have-blogged-but-this-happeneds. Truth is, if I had a left hand that HAD THE POWER, I'd be telling you stuff that would curl your already-curly hair. But I don't, so I ain't, which means I'm not.

I miss stuff. I have been doing a lot to make sure the straight and narrow is still a viable path, but I miss the insane stupid shit that I previously would engage in. I'm not going to lie and say I don't miss that.

Right now, I miss being in love. I miss the feeling of improving myself for someone else. Shit, that's what I want. I want to be accountable to someone I care about. I want to have to change my daily habits to achieve that. And I guess it's pathetic, especially since everyone's getting married. God damn it.

And I fucked up. A year ago, I let the best mentor I've ever had just give up on me. Because I hadn't been doing everything I was supposed to do. And why? What have I gained? Noooooothing.

Can you take stuff back? I mean, do you get any points for acknowledging past idiocies? I don't think so.

I have been getting back to the rhythm of writing. At this point, it doesn't matter. I just want to articulate everything correctly. I don't want to be that guy that once thought I was good and actually wasn't.

My hand is broken, and there is plenty I can't do. But there was plenty I can. So watch the hell out. You might have already written me off, and you might be surprised.