You see, things have been getting better but not as good as I want it to be yet. It's not like I am expecting a lot anyways. Roughly a month left in this place I call home.
 I was talking to a person and it helped me remember of that one moment which I regret from time to time. We were at the Grand Central Terminal in NY, and there was this one girl. She was all alone, with a dslr in her hands, white top, and long blue jeans. So my type. And guess what happened next? I became a pussy. It's not like I've never done it before, perhaps it was just me over thinking again. Oh well. Things might unfold like movies eventually, we'll see.
That was a time when I still wasn't feeling really good about myself. And of course I don't want the commitment just yet. But was commitment promised for sure after taking a shot at that? I don't think so. Or maybe I shouldn't think as much. For some weird reasons I kinda feel good about myself right now, often way too good. I'm really happy the way I am now and glad that I can still make people laugh, something which I haven't done in a while.
More and more people have been telling me the same thing again, to not come back. I think I have finally concluded that it't not impossible.