An Epic About Me

I don't know what to write, but I have things I want to say. I have too much things that I want to write about. I just don't know how to say them.

School. I did really bad on my fourth term in college. Fifth term and I'm slightly better, but the old me remains unrivaled in academics. I despise what I have become. I'm not in an unfixable state yet I can't seem to fix it. Maybe it's my bones, maybe, it's my muscles. Worse, it cold simply be because life simply has no purpose and I should just stop thinking about my purpose in life and live on selfishly and robotic.

I'm starting to see some of the things that need fixing with myself. However, I have yet to learn about and accept what causes all these. I am happy-not blissful, but it suffices.

I'll never stop believing that I will make it and that I was made for something special. Maybe that's just optimism. I just hope it's not the blind kind.

I miss the way things were, and yet I love how things are right now. I don't hate anything. I'm not numb. However, somehow, I feel a void. The longing for what would fill it isn't there, though. I'm not scared, but I fear I am stuck.

I'll make it.

Clearly, there are somethings I have yet to clarify with myself. Seeing how I wrote what this followed, there are a lot of spaces which weren't in the past. They have to be filled. Until then, I