colin
This century. This century is bullshit. Where have the values gone? I wish we could go back. Back in time to a place where values and morals were something to be respected, as opposed to spat back in our faces.
Train. Train.... I need to train. I need training in a lot of different ways. Training of my mind. Training of my body. Without training, you're nothing.
Leather. Bookmarks. Leather bookmarks. In 3rd grade, we had a class project to make leather bookmarks and make designs on them. I gave my bookmark to my Father, where he still uses it to this day. It's his favorite bookmark, despite the fact that it's adorned with flowers and girly designs. Just more proof that I have an amazing Father. I love you, Dad.
My mind is wrapped right now. Wrapped with ideas of right and wrong. Wrapped with the notion that I may be done for. My young career as an adult over before it even started. What have I done? Will it all be okay?