As I laid down in bed... I reflected about the year that just passed. I asked myself, did I have any regrets. With a dreary feeling, I admitted that I had some regrets. I regretted not managing my time better. I regretted succumbing to the temptations of sloth and procrastination. I regretted not doing enough to make an effort to make new friends. For some things, it's too late. But some others, it's not.

As I heard the muffled cacophony of explosions that crept into my inner sanctum, I imagined the visual displays. But I laid on my bed, watching the clock as the second hand inched even closer to the new year. It was 2010.

Again, flashbacks ran through my head. There was a time when I was a person everyone would have disdained. I was once a person whom everyone dispised. I was once judged for how I appeared. But I remembered the hatred that flowed through my veins and sorrow that egged me on to craft a grand renewal of my existance. But how I laugh at the pettiness of old self. Even now I'm dispising the incorrigible state I was in. But I'm like a bag of scars that will never heal. I still want my childhood, my youth and my inheritance back. But I know that it is an uphill climb of hardwork dilligence and an open mind.

I left too much to fate last year. I slacked. I was burnt out. Can I revive that unquenchable thirst?

As I laid on the upholstery, I ebbed in and out of consciousness. It's a long way to go.