avenged.

Even with the long goodbye, this time should be easier. This time, I've got pills to help me fall asleep at night. This time, I've got people who'll make me drag myself out of bed.
This time, I was completely aware of what I was doing, and why.

I keep thinking about cleaning my room, but my shelves still aren't up.
There's one metal arm jutting out from my wall where they were supposed to be built, but like so many other things, the improvement was never completed.

I still have something to learn. I know exactly what it is, too.
But I couldn't write it on here if I wanted to. It seems so simple, and I'm basically ashamed that I haven't figured out how to do it yet.