A year and a half.
During these down times, I learned more about myself-where I want to go, and most especially what I want to become.
I learned a little bit more about patience, perseverance, trust and respect.
And I also learned more about people.
Some people are pure evil. They would sacrifice their values just to pull others down for survival. They are full of schemes, hate and more hate. I didn't think anyone can be so...heartless.
But there are those who are incredibly beautiful inside and out. They are happy, positive and inspiring. It's amazing to have met and befriended their kind.
And as much as I can, I surround myself with these beautiful people.
As a coping mechanism to the inevitable bad, I kept myself busy with journals, doodles and random photography to take the negravibes away. And when I feel like I can't make it through a day...I find comfort in creating art, reading about it or even just looking.
Now, I'd like to take that journey to full recovery.
As I re-open my old journals and art pads I hope to rediscover myself.
I wish to regain all the confidence lost in the past months and be grander.
I will.
A year and a half changed me.
Change is ALWAYS good.
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