the one year soldier.

It's amazing how i got through half of the sentence.
I remembered how i struggled to breath due to the constrain.
the constrain of freedom.
I thank god for pulling me through when I was depressed.
I thank my family for giving me support when I was down.
I thank my friends for injecting life in me when I almost lost my soul.
Things has changed.
My weight.
My perspective in life.
My dreams.

I will still be me. just slightly different i guess.
let's see if another year of this will kill the real me.