I’m so tired but I don’t want to sleep. I want to stay awake, to embrace the stillness of the night. Spend an hour on my porch watching the stars in a corny Drake-way. I want to clean out the old me from my room so the new me can settle down. I want to write about my past, my present, my dreams, my fears, about anger, passion, ecstasy, loss, the feeling of everything, nothing & the otherness. I’ve realized that not everyone will understand my words, not everyone is supposed to; but they have to be written. As rain has to pour, sometimes smoothly and sometimes roughly, my words has to as well. For my sake. I want to tell my close friends & family how much every little thing they do and say means to me. I want to thank the ones who did me good and did me wrong, the ones that made me love, break, hate, repair myself. I feel no hatred, I understand their actions. It’s so simple in the end, you see. We just have to accept that we always have to learn. We continue to grow, everyday for the rest of our lives. And if we’re doing it good; we’ll be aware of it.