I think I’ve taken life a bit for granted. You see, as a kid I wanted to draw comics and write stories - I wanted to be surrounded by them. As a teenager I wanted to be surrounded my music and explore new and strange things that regular people just never really bothered with. And, here I am grovelling in self-pity daily over stupid little things that don’t matter. I’ve failed to realize that I’m getting to where I’m going and I have surrounded myself with the things I love - and found new things to love in life, such as my wife and her amazing interests.
So, maybe after my little brother killed himself - I lost a part of myself. I can admit that I think I’ve been trying to find it these last few years. And, sadly, I had been drowning so long I failed to realize I hadn’t lost it - I just was so afraid of everything. I am happy now, I’ll get happier and life will be rough but I have people to help me get through it.
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