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I’m enjoying my life and having fun and I am not interested in looking back at all. There is nothing anyone or anything that can offer me to ever make me look back into my past right now. All that lies in the past is memory and ruins. I may miss loved ones that aren’t by my side anymore. But I need to move on and figure out my place in life.


I’ve never been fuckin defined by anyone else and it’s too fucking late for that to change now. Even if I feel like the days are getting shorter and the night is coming sooner than expected and one day there will simply no more Dawn. I’m still gonna live my life like a black haired kid that was 17. Free. No rules. No responsibilities. No regrets.


No Remorse. I have lived a good life and did the best I could towards the ones I lived. Sometimes there agendas didn’t agree with me. Sometimes they didn’t know exactly what there agenda was.


All I fucking know is I wouldn’t even come crawling back. To Anyone. That’s where I stand. 


Independent. Alone. I’ll fail on my own two feet still standing then ever have someone in my life I need to blame as a crutch. There’s enough of that in my backstory. I’m not him, I’ve never been him. I rise. I win. 


It’s simply who I am, and it’s why I’m having fun in my life and acknowledging the good things and people I have in my life and the freedom I have to do and afford them now.


I tried to be a good man and was destroyed for it. Now I’m just trying to be a man and enjoying whatever’s left of my time without looking back and without having guilt about all of the things I never had a choice in because someone else wanted Control.  


This is not directed at any one person. It’s a symptom of many in my life. But I couldn’t change for myself. I’m not about to change for anyone else. And the one I tried to change the most for... well constant betrayal is a term isn’t it?


Now I just live, and make my choices accordingly. My rules. My life. My end. My ruin.


Not anyone else’s. Not anymore. Blame yourself for you’re faults in life. I’m going to enjoy everyone of the faults in my life.


Current Mood: Bored, Positive.


I don’t burn bridges, I blow them up. While I’m still on it. 

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