what will i be?

not what am i, because that's a question i already know the answer to

what will i be?

for the first time in a few years, it seems to me that the sky is the limit. i know what and who i am, and so i know that what i'll be one day, years down the road, is something fantastic.

the world is my oyster. nothing stands in my way. i'm not a person (any longer) who lives on excuses, borrowed time or borrowed convictions.

i know who i am.
so i know that what i'll be is

limitless.

ah man

why are my flirting capabilities as lacking and immature as those of a nineteen-year-old's?




oh wait.



i'm dooooomed.