I wish I could go back to the days when I laughed louder, smiled wider, danced with reckless abandon, thought clearer, and viewed the world and my life as having great potential. Sadness was not a constant and the fall into myself was not as fierce. My heart could sustain. My mind was not so exhausted. You thought someone cared enough to hear you, see you, care about you. I grossly overestimated my percieved reality.

"Sometimes, it snows in April. Sometimes I feel so bad. Sometimes I wish that life was never ending but all good things, they say, never last."