I can't believe it's almost December now. It's been an amazingly weird couple of months. I'm going to miss days like this, where everything just goes well.

Based on my experiences, things would soon go wrong in the most unexpected way possible. Looking back, I've grown tired of being optimistic. Always moving forward and hoping things will work out in the end. No. There's always something else that happened. A mistake. And a realization that I wasn't the greatest person in this world. That I'm just an average guy. That sometimes hard work doesn't pay off. That when the time comes, it would be for nothing. That you expected life to be fair, but the universe couldn't care less about your wishes. That no matter how you change yourself, there's always a constant that works against you. It's the reality, without a doubt.

After all this time, I'm still afraid of a lot of things. Mostly the things in the past. I wish I knew better then. I've never wanted these scars and I wish I could blame anyone else but me.