5 Months Since My Last Confession

It's been 5 short months. I have had many experiences. Many troubles. Many Great "thing's" happen. Most of all.

I am still here.

What more could you ask for then to ask God just to take you to heaven? Well i wouldn't. I would rather stay here, for now and work.

If i could i would make everybody happy. If i could i would give away all my money, if i had any. If i could i would fill up everyones drink to the top.

I cannot.

Have i failed? Hardly, i am only 20. Do i have any beverage to serve? Maybe a little. Do i have some money? Barely. Can i make everybody happy? In a sense, i can.

We take for granted everything good in our life. Daily i have been practicing, not, doing that. So far i have made some progress. Enough to brag about, yes, enough for a Nobel Peace Prize. Nope.

My short term memory seem's to be fading. My balance is just a bit off. I find myself to stumble a few time's a day. Why do you do that? Idk. I have came up with the most heart wrenching answers. Yet i still have not been to the doctor. Why not? Idk...

I thought i could type a lot, but my brain tricked me. I'm tired, losing it for the night.