Ramble On... Sing my Song

3 years have gone by in pretty much a flash for me. It feels like I have lived at least 5, not just a measly 36 months.

I've done much that I should be proud of. I've landed a dream job for someone my age with no education. I moved out of my parent's house and will most likely never return, even now I'm living *alone*.  I feel like I have my head on pretty straight, I'm growing and learning and whatnot.. but one thing keeps eating at the back of my mind.

I didn't do all of this while I still had a dad. He's gone, has been gone for 3 years today and all he did was see me fuck up before he died. I remember our conversations at that bar, him telling me to straighten my shit out. I was too smart to be such a fuckup. Boys got in my way, boys who were worthless. I wish I had the capacity to heed those words before it was too late to prove to him that I wasn't going to be that way forever.

So as happy and content as I can be with myself, I still feel like that 21 year old fuckup....

Two years have passed since my Dad died. It feels like a million. So much has happened since that Sunday.