One Day Too Late

I found this song by one of my favourite bands. It's too perfect for words to describe how I came across this song tonight of all nights when I want my own thoughts and my thoughts alone. I said I changed a lot, this song became more relative to my life than I care to admit on this blog. It is a wonderful song and it is a good reminder to me about why I do what I do now.

Do what you want to, what you have to do. Because tomorrow could be One Day Too Late. You will never know how much those four words struck me.

I've changed...

In my previous post, I said that I had changed.

It took a phone call from an old friend to really make me take a look back and see how much changed.

I have. As a person, I mean.

Before, I used to be happier and less self absorbed. Over time, I became darker, more caught up in my problems. I began neglecting my friends, I still do.

 I miss the old me. A lot. I want to be him again. People loved 16 year old me. I was charismatic, I didn't have this stupid stammer, I was a confident speaker, a capable leader, a good friend too.

Now, I'm none of those things I think. Well, I grew in other ways. I became quieter, more cautious, a bit more caring and a better listener. I became a lot more patient. But I miss the old me.

I started looking into other avenues of careers. Maybe not so lucrative. More on the side of helping people. I have little care for big paychecks, I just want enough to be comfortable, have a safe amount in my bank and a home I can be proud of, no matter how humble my abode is. I want a career where I help people. Where I can be happy doing what I do. In my youth, I looked at jobs with a fat paycheck and nice suits, but I despise the idea of doing something like that if I wake up every morning hating my job.

So I started helping people. I started talking to them. I found I have an affinity for counselling and helping people. Maybe? I know not. But I know I want to help people.

I still have problems, lots of them. I have way too much going on, I wish I could apologize enough to all my friends who I let down and drift from in my course of trying to keep myself together. I really am sorry. Maybe you guys will understand, maybe you won't. But I am sorry for not being a better friend like I once was.

I wish I could bring him back for all your sakes. But I can't. I feel like a failure as a friend, I do. But I try. I really do.

I'm so sorry.

So much has changed...

Hey guys. Or whoever still stalks this place, hoping there's a new post. I haven't touched this place in ages, sorry.

The reason why is, well. A lot has changed.

First off, well I'm doing my major project. Yeah, school stuff, boring, I know. I'm in my final year now, so I'll be graduating soon.

Next, I have a girlfriend. Yup, holy shit right? She is beautiful, and amazing, and lovely and she actually loves me back. So I am actually a lot happier in general. I still know I'm not ready for a relationship. But hey, it's a learning experience ;)

Next, and I hope you people will look forward to these stories:

The Family

A family house becomes a home for troubled teens, eventually they become a family.

I've been helping a lot of people online recently, we always have this idea of taking all of the depressed people, the suicidal ones, self harmers, ED girls and boys, and putting them in one place. They actually want that. Society puts a stigma on them, on us, and we are ostracised because they don't understand us. So imagine that, a place where people have been through all this. We understand. We can help. That's what the Family is for. To help people like us. Run by someone who was once like us, for people like us. I think it has potential :)

Another story, my depressed superhero story. It's still a very rough idea. But it's basically to give people with depression someone to look up to as a hero. Someone who goes through what they do. It's still in it's conception so I'll have more to say on it later.

Well, its late and I have shit to do tomorrow, I'll be back soon. Don't worry, I have not given up on all my older stories. You will hear from them soon enough.

The Fragmented Storyteller has come back with more tales to weave and legends to be written.