pathetic.

I really don’t know when I got to this point. I guess it was just a combination of things that changed the person that I was. When I graduated grade twelve, I had everything together. There wasn’t one more thing that I would ask for and I considered myself to be the luckiest person in the whole world. As I sit here today, I don’t know whether it has been my circumstances that have changed, or just myself. Or maybe it was just me that changed and created these circumstances for myself. Regardless of what or who changed, in the end, I feel like I would wish for a thousand things to be different and I no longer feel so lucky.