This has been one of the slowest and most boring phases of my life. Almost 7 months wasted on nothing but I am grateful for all that has happened. Grateful is the last word I thought I would use to describe this scary period but ‘grateful’ is the one. For I have learned what I otherwise would have never learned and sort of have grew up too. I mean I have realized that half the problem is within me itself and not the world as I always have been complaining, that if I looked at it sensibly, I myself have always been the problem. And what I have overlooked many times have been unforgivable mistakes of mine. I have realized that I have spent a great portion of my life giving too much importance to myself and have always been insensitive to those around me. I have taken everything and everybody for granted. Love has almost always been verbal or superficial and never been acted upon. Maybe I’m being a bit too harsh on myself but it is well deserved. And yet I don’t feel bitter but I do feel extremely concerned about the undoing part. To undo every mistake and get a fresh start. Specifically with the people who have for so long put up with my nastiness and me. And yet after realizing all this, I still know that there is still more I need to know about myself before it is too late. Irrevocably late.