Expectations

The struggle is going to come in all shapes and sizes.


The breeze is her breath. The memory of 1,000's of hours of time spent together. It reminds me of my mistakes, of my joys, and of my fears. It blows behind my ears and throughout my curly hair. The feeling of freedom is painful, but my heart knows it is what I need.
I am not the hope for humanity. I'm just a boy living in the world who is trying to be himself. I feel pressure from many different sides and often I cannot hold up the many different expectations.
If you feel I dislike you, have betrayed you, or have neglected you, then I apologize. I have to look out for myself. That is one thing I have learned the past year: look out for myself above all others. But that doesn't mean for a second that I don't care. If you were ever close to me or even semi-friends with me, it was for a reason. Ask anyone who really knows me; I am picky.