Every night I lay in bed dreaming of the person I want to be and plotting to be that person tomorrow and how wonderfully it will gradually take effect, because each day is a fresh start, right? Wrong. Not with me. Every day I sulk in utter failure knowing I’m the same person I was yesterday and probably always will be. Every day is the same as it was before and probably always has been. 

Maybe it’s come time for that unexpected introduction of a few of those skeletons I have hiding in my closet. You can only dodge your predator for so long before the bites really sink in, when you become relentless maybe you’re only just mistaken. Another second down the drain to look back upon in a new perspective. Another second far off in the distance, you’re only going to miss it. So go on and waste away, you say this time you’re gonna change. But at the end of the day, you’re just the same helpless prey pondering your own mistakes.