sometimes i want to...

...run away. run back. back to my old life. where things were irrational and intolerable and unlivable, to say the least. back to times where i could go down and sit by the river in marion. and didn't have to worry about what to cook for dinner. back to a time that i could do whatever it i wanted to do and not worry about the consequences, because i honestly believed they affected no one but me. (i know now that's about as far from the truth as i could possibly get)

but instead, i'll love and appreciate the second, third, fourth chances God has given me. and live this life for all it's worth. because life is good. He is good.