"This time last year"

Almost every day I think that to myself. I reflect on how much has changed, the people who were in my life, the way I felt. I compare and contrast, and then I just think to myself, “I would have never saw this coming”. Then I start to become a little afraid of what else is in stored. No matter what I do, everything ends the way they’re supposed to, regardless whether you think you know how to prevent it or not.