Back and still not here
I don't know what brought me back, it seems my life goes in cycles and I always wind up back where I started. I read some of my past words and still feel the same things I did then. The environment has changed, but the feelings and problems have not. I sometimes feel as though I have stumbled onto something good, something that will make me into someone better. Yet all these chances require effort and determination, both of these things I seem to lack. I know I am lazy, and I will always keep trying, but I wonder if I will ever finally finish something...finish and finally move on.