After all this time I had a terrible hope you'd be there for me. Funny how just one line of text can affect my life so bad. I need to thank you, though. Dreams of you got me through hell. You have taught me so much about who I am and how I'm not good enough. Every day when I hit the gym I'm tearing down and breaking who I was. Why? Because who I am hates who I've been and who I was, I can never be again. I wish you the best in life, because you deserve it. Goodbye Mashiara.

Donec rursus convenerimus. 

Looking back through these group pictures, I never recognize myself. That face isn't mine. I've changed so much, inside and out. I want to keep these changes, because I feel they're pretty positive. I've found confidence where I didn't know I had any, but I had to drop down to where I felt totally lost to find it. I now have the drive and ambition to finally move forward and do something with myself. It feels good. Inside I'm still a mess, but every day I get out there and improve myself just a little bit. Hopefully it will be enough. Hopefully *I* will be enough.