I know it's the oldest lesson in the book, but is having it all really account for anything?

I used to think stuff could make me happy, food could make me happy, a relationship could paint a smile on my face; but it turned out none of those things have, did or ever could.

Some might think it selfish to focus on oneself in this situation but honey, you enter this world alone and you will die alone. People will fill that middle chunk of your life and paint colourful whispers of ink on your canvas.

But In the end, it's just you. Learn, try to be the best person you can, I'll post for the rest of my life - blog and advise until my fingers bleed but not one word will make a difference unless I believe every letter, every word that I type. So I start with me, because I know I'm a wreck, I know I know little to nothing about everything, I know how weak I can become - so I work on myself.

Just me, because figuring yourself out is the first step to literally anything - most of all influencing the people you know, you love for the better.