At thirteen I became depressed, life seemed meaningless.

At fourteen I escaped the feeling with liqour in my system.

At fiteen I just did't care anymore, I'd start to hit the club, no X's on my hand.

People say I am living too fast, but the feeling doesn't last.

I was lost.

I looked up at the sky one day. I knew it was time.

Time to seek for better days.

I was livng a life I was not yet called for.

My mentalities matured, I have been assured. I am chasing my dreams and I am getting better because at the end of the day I'm a go getter.