twenty eight.

nothing ever changes. is there a point to counting the days, the years? if time can not affect anything, then what is the point? i'm the same. but i'm not. i think? i hope? i wish. this is a time that every year, i should feel happy. i'm supposed to feel happy. but every year it's just another day like all the others. time passes me by but i do not move forward. do i move backwards instead? perhaps. that or i just haven't moved at all. sometimes... sometimes i can convince myself that it isn't all that bad. i want to still try but... my mind has been lost for 28 years now. i don't know if it's possible for it to be found anymore. my mind is stuck in the past and my body the present. this feeling that i haven't changed at all plagues me. if only i could learn how to let go..........