Done counting the days.
It worked.
I'm different.
I modified myself.
I have been reborn.
I stopped for a moment between this post and the last to lament the fact that the person I once was is dead, or mutated. Rather I felt obligated to lament over him. What I am now is what I am, and no desire to change exists anymore. I no longer rest each night uneasy, I longer stuggle daily over trivial matters like idealism, nor Her. I have overcome all that lies within me and only now can I extend my reach outward free of doubt.