I have nothing to show for my life except the admiration of those closest to me. It's enough for me, but, when does that end? When do I begin to live for myself?
When do I stop partying and start taking life seriously?
I've stopped pursuing any romantic relationships. I feel like I should lock that door and throw away the key. It just doesn't matter to me anymore because everything I've ever wanted was taken from me, and I want what I can't have.
Time alone kills me.
I have a new dream. I hope that some day, my brothers and I write and direct movies together. We'd be great at it. I also want to manage my friends' Daniel Alcaraz, and Steven Thompson's future fighting careers.
I miss blind optimism. I miss having my hopes up and thinking there was no possible way things could go wrong.
I revel in a better yesterday, and dream for a better tomorrow.
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