Let's talk about progress. 

Early this year I guess it's safe to say I was someone else. Not every part of me but probably parts of me that I wasn't so proud of. I lost friends, I gained friends. I got attached, I got detached. 

I've been very expressive of myself lately. I stop letting things bother me. And in a way I guess it's good? I've learned how to let go of certain things but I still haven't learn that some things are worth holding on to. 

The people around me give me the most impact. Without them I guess I'd still be the same. The people I used to see only on the streets are now the people I have lunch with. The people who used to hate me are now the nicest people on earth. 

These are just a bunch of words and paragraphs I put together with no correct order. What I'm trying to say is I'm constantly changing, good or bad. And I like looking back on how much I've changed. I guess it motivates me.