Yes I am alive or at least I think I am. Sitting in my room listening to Linkin Park and pulling old memories from the depths of my mind. Excavating parts of me that have been buried by the earth and fossilized. I'm at this point where I'm not sure what to do next. Where will I go, what will I do, and so on and so forth. I am too relaxed about some things. I feel like whatever happens happens, and if things are meant to go right, it will just work itself out in the end. I've always been, and always will be, a passive person. Why should I struggle? It's no use, like trying to swim in to shore from a riptide. It just pulls you farther away.