In the recent months, I’ve decided to try to get back on track. To try and break from this depression I’ve been going through. I’ve been keeping busy exercising, working on getting my drivers license. Try to be strong. It feels like I’m being beat at every turn. I’m trying to hold on what ever hope my be left for the good days ahead. This year is the worst year for me to date. I’m trying to work to be a better person for my own sake so I can actually maintain healthy relationships. I’m waiting on good days, but I’m growing tired each day. I honestly don’t know where I will be in the future. I know I was put on this earth for more than that. There has to be a purpose why I’m here rather than the result of reproduction. I’m fighting wars against my personal demons, hopelessness, and most important, my own self. Most battles, I’m actually loosing. What is that supposed to say? This is the final fight for everything, my own life.