Choices

I suck at writting. Fuck, i suck at any form of expression. I guess that's why i dont reveal what's going inside of me that often. I think that's why i'm so quiet.
Im 23 years old. I have tasted love. And fuck, it tastes great. Makes you feel alive. Makes you feel like you are someone, that shit has a purpose. Makes you feel 100%.

Right now, yes, im 50%. It's cool though, im not gonna whine and cry like most people - especially those guys that dress in black and paint themselfes white - i've done my crying. I've done my whining. Now it's time to put that all behind and just live on. It's sad, but it's life and to be honest, life is sad. But that's ok, i can do sad. Sad is the new happy. Sad is grand. Sad is "money" like Trent Walker would say.

Anyway. I feel like an egoistical bastard. God, i am an egoistical bastard. But right now, i think i wasn't egoistical enough. Sometimes life comes down to choices.
Choices about good or bad. Truth or Lies. Some choose stability even if stability means going against everything you are. Even if it means losing yourself.
Some don't choose shit, and just look at a still movie <- i was guilty of that in the past. But the past is what it is, past... or atleast that's what it should be.
For some people, it's not.
For me, it is.

Welcome all, to the first day of my life. Hold yourselfs, because this is going to be a great ride.. for me.