three simple words that i’ve tried to live by for a long time….
and by these three i will die. when i say die, they will most likely be the death of me.
when i was a young child, my grandmother had me promise her something.
it didn’t seem all that hard to achieve.
nothing seems all that hard when you are only 5 years old, full of hope and dreams…
nothing is able to stop you from thinking that you will be the best person ever.

then it all goes to shit.
people die, bills mount…
expectations drop, girlfriends get pregnant…
summer jobs become careers, friends go to jail hooked up H…

and me…i’ve been killing myself slowly trying in vain to fulfill a promise
i made 18 years ago.
i suppose i should be happy that i even remember after all these years.
but i’m not.
to me, it’s more of a failure because i know i will probably fail in this promise;
it kills me to know that i can’t, even though i’ve worked so hard.

now, i just want to say “fuck it” and move on, but i’ll never be able to now.
i remembered the promise i made, and i’ll always remember the person whom i made it to.
love ya, and i’ll get there someday…..
because i made the promise, and i fully intend to keep it.