06/03/2026
Fighting myself more, maybe that’s progress. Pain is so often I’m used to it, and pleasure seldom. Surviving to thrive someday. Greatful for the little things past, and present, they are my hope to keep going. Striving to open a new chapter and start fresh away from Edmonton. Now let’s see if this dream can actually be my reality, or another disappointment perhaps stuck here until my last breath where I join my father. Keep moving forward, get back up, make new hopes, watch the old world fade into a memory. Nothing is familiar anymore, memories keep my heart going.
