recursive

It's one of those days where you deal with your life like an alcholic. You just keep telling yourself One Day at a Time, and keep plugging away. You just tell yourself that it's all going to get better in not that long, as long as you just keep going.

I'm looking forward to it really. There are times when I look at the posibilites of my life ahead of me and I literally shiver with happiness and anticipation. The world seems just full of goodness and opportunity and I feel like it can't help but turn out well.

Then there are days and especially nights like the past few where I worry that I have let it all pass me by, like all the chances are dried up and gone. I hope that it's not true, that I still have a few chances to make something out of my life. But I'm just not sure.