I know I’m moving, because when I look back I see how far I’ve come. But, at times like these, when I’m just sitting around doing less than meaningful things, I feel stuck. I suppose its a lack of discipline, and its complacency. When I get back home and I’m back in my room I’m back in my routine. And my routine’s full of energy that doesn’t really go anywhere it seems. This is how I feel right now sitting here.

But I know that even if I’m moving so slow that I feel stuck, I’m still moving. And even though when I start to compare myself with others I doubt it, I know that I have my own pace to life. I really am a late bloomer when it comes to life, and that’s okay too.

But however slowly, and however long it takes, I have been and am, letting go of the chains I’ve bound myself with. I won’t hide anymore.

However slowly, I’m taking control of myself and my life, and I’ll take responsibility for that.