My life in a few words.

I remember being 17. I was eagerly planning for the future. Slowly, time crept up on me like a ghost and the future I imagined is the present I'm experiencing.

And I realized that the future I was hoping for isn't the future I'm living in now. It just doesn't work that way. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is: fuck the future, that someday we imagined is now. 

Live for the moment, because it's today that counts.