8 years gained.

Yea, that last post was a bit more depressing than I like to post, but it is nice getting something off of your chest that has been there for a while. It helped me think of what happened during the past 8 years.

I worked a menial job.
I nearly died.
I survived.
I got a better job.
I have friends.
I traveled.
I found a family that we thought were all killed during World War II.
I bought a home.
I live.

4 Years Gone

On the way home from work tonight I happened to think of my time in high school. I can't say they were particularly good times. Honestly, when I graduated, I think the best word to describe how I felt would be melancholy. I had kept everything bottled up, never confided in anyone, never trusted anyone. I didn't feel like I was living for anything, including myself. I don't think i even realized how much of my life was squandered until right before I graduated.

I think what sent me straight was nearly dying twice before turning 20. Perhaps in some twisted way my intestines failing me is what saved me from my melancholy.

What a messed up world this is at times.