I'm Still Alive

So... maybe I shouldn't be so callous... or shouldn't think of becoming more calloused. I mean, there are only so many punched one can take before it doesn't hurt anymore, before pain becomes all past tense, before your dreams die and you just do what you can to get by.

I don't want to just get by. But, then again, I don't want to deal with any more drama than I have to.

The thing is, when the dynamic is working, I have a truly wonderful group of friends. They definitely are a support system.

And... I am still hear. Maybe with a growing collection of scars, but still here, still standing, still fighting for some of the things I believe in.

I haven't given hope... just trying to redefine where it is aimed at.