I want to not be a failure, so I asked myself what I could do, or make, or create, only based on exactly what I personally knew. The list I came up with, well lets just say, it wasn't very big. In fact, I could only come up with three. And they weren't very respectable either. So, I take a look in the mirror and I see a washed up meth addicted ex-con. A regular, ordinary, soulless, female that does not pocess even an ounce of passion. "This can't be right." "Where did I go?" I ask myself. I'm going to go find her, do you want to help me? Join me in the pages, as I attempt to get sober, and become something.
I want to wake up every morning loving life. I want to be free of doubt, anxiety,and the familiar feeling that somehow, I am failing, constantly.