Not myself

'When words go from poetry to prose...'

Hmmm its hard trying to sift out pleasant memories over that 2 years. Bittersweet yes. Purely happy ones? I dont think so. Trust me, I try not to think of it so much. Maybe I'm learning what it really means to be happy? sounds corny...

Give life to the full. What does that really mean? Does that include fun as well? Sometimes I look at the people around me, seeing the things that make them excited, and I smile inwardly knowing that they are excited, that they are enjoying their youth and life.

I dont know. I'm just silently thankful that i'm alive every morning.

When was the lasttime I laughed uncontrollably until my stomach hurt and my tears dropped?? I really cant remember...