with the nameless faces i see every night; with eyes that stay with me no matter how much i try to look away...

i've recently come to realize that i only have one life to live. only one shot to do what i've always wanted to do and was afraid to. so i owe it to myself to face it and do this thing. i know i doubt myself and wonder if i can do it at all. but i don't want to ignore this anymore. i can't imagine walking away from it all. don't want to lie to myself anymore. This, if anything at all, will make growing up tolerable. this way, there'll be a purpose in being older than 25. and maybe maybe boy was right.