Finally.

Life feels fresh, new again, and I am enjoying it.

I've decided that reality just wasn't cutting it for me, so I'm living in my own world. Although my own world is surrounded by the reality that I cannot escape, it does not mean I have to submerge myself into it. I can be where I want, and at this moment, I'm learning more and more things about my own mind. What I thought I couldn't control before I can now. But my mind is not the only thing within me that I have some sort of control over now, there is also...

Well, as long as I know, then all is well.

Life is finally good again. It has been for about a good couple weeks now. This usually means something bad is gonna happen soon, not something super drastic and completely terrible, but something rather inconvenient or that I really didn't want to happen, let's hope I'm finally wrong about that.