At least a book with substance isnt hard to find

Just finished The Kite Runner and 'am picking back up John Green's Paper Towns. I started it in the middle of The Kite Runner. I had a difficult time forcing myself to read it at certain places in the book and timing in my life, The Kite Runner that is. So whenever i needed a breather from the wonderfully crafted yet annoying story of a boy's journey to forgiveness... I would pick up Paper Towns. Such is my life these days... I have lost a lot of desire to do most things. I hardly want to play cards at the store and video and computer games just seem as tasteless as an un-salted Saltine... including World of Warcrack.

Who have I become. Rewind.. 4 years.
It is crazy how much one person can change your life.
Looking back on who I was... Before. Before Everything.
Do I have regrets? No. I made lasting relationships that may have ended in this lifetime but will never end in my heart and my memory. I know more who I am today than I could have ever dreamt to have back then, whenever 'then' was. I dont have a defining time frame for it.
Did I allow one person to delineate my life? possibly. Maybe without knowing. I lost sight of my own drawing at some point. I have to start all over. But as I grow in this pain I know that is life. Starting over.
Hitting a brick wall and starting all over.
Well, I have hit my brick wall and have been laying down waiting on someone to pick me up. Until recently. I wince through the pain and am limping my way home.
I have never been alone before in my life and it proving to be good for me.. but of course that line is always bitter-sweet.

/abandons the hope and the dream of a 'prince charming'

See you at the Aftermath, Peace