in such great heights, i’ve purposed the worst and the best to come out of my life;

i have entered a relationship, that shows full promise. in yet, i really at all times am the deciding factor on the progress and intensity. like, a give in and retract scenario.
so far, i just stay optimistic and i’m happy for it.

friends are okay.
once again, not on the same page because of drugs, accusations, and new relationships.

i’ve seemed to lose my depth.
nothing seems to affect nor influence my imaginative tendencies.
i iced over it seems.