I guess I just need to get up on my ass and collect my act to get my life back. I should not be pointing a finger at anybody. It's me, me, me and me. I am responsible for my actions, my thoughts, and my life. To think that life should be perfect is the mindset of the immature. People have supported me all the way, and I'm thankful for that, but at the end of the day, it will just be me and me. When I cry on my pillow, no one is there but me. Questions will be left unanswered, but then again, why should I stress over it?
I guess my expectations were too high, that when things didn't go my way, I freaked out. And I did not do well with disappointments. And then, I realized, we can't be brave if life is all smooth and perfect. We get tests to prove we've learned. When life pushes us, we sway.
