niclasklinga

I'm running out of magic.

Luck.

Shortcuts.

Cheatcodes.

 

Call it what you want, but ever since my life turned around it's been... easy. I've been a floater, or a glider.

Despite the name the meaning stays the same.

School was simple, everything just stuck in my head and I rarely needed to study.

My facial features developed to their full potential, my social skills evolved and the result of these things was that I almost always had a girlfriend at my side.

Physically it helped as well. I never really trained properly, didn't excercise as much as I should yet my body never fell back into the miserable blobbed form it once held. I wasn't fit, but I was alright.

Friends came to be, even though I didn't know how to care for them, handle them and keep them in my life properly, they stayed.

 

But now my luck is starting to fail.

Life isn't a game anymore, and I've got to take things seriously now.
Sacrifice things, so that greater things can grow.
I need to change myself from within, to become the person I want to be.

I want to be missed.

 

At my current state, I am incomplete. I'm far too rude, downright mean sometimes. I don't take resposibility for the things I should and my lazyness is starting to hurt my grades.

I have to be carfeul.

But vigilant.

Take care of the things I have, cherish them so that they don't slip through my fingers.

Work harder to truly grow stronger, so that I won't fall.

And to stay true.

True to what I want.

To who I want.

Who I am.