I've been thinking a lot about the past, the present, the future... none of them seemed real until recently.

I wont bore you with the details on how my life took a complicated turn so fast. I was in a drunken stupor to remember any of it. I'm thinking if the things during that time are worthy to be recollected, now that they're gone. Back then, I lied even to myself (yeah, so judge me) and those lies are reason why I cant even publish a single epic moment of those sinfully blissful dark years.

I lost the truth along with a lot of things and although the truth would be liberating I prefer not to air the dirty laundry here--in detail.

Things changed. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

It's sad that I cant have any of those great memories out for display, it's probably a tradeoff I get for living a life that's not really mine, can't say those memories are bad, but I have no plans of digging old bones and coming clean with a dirty dress.

Here forth, there wouldn't be anything more than the truth and a good story.