Late Bloomer

          I did a lot of crazy things lately. Well, I'm not really sure if you'd call 'em crazy or maybe, I am really just a late-bloomer. It was June when I unexpectedly opened the shell of my comfort zone. July, I got out of the shell and now, I think I am ready to walk a little further.

         I am not a saint for sure. A sinner? I don't really know. Maybe if I am, then this world could be considered as hell for having us.

        I was too afraid to speak out for what I've done. As much as I can, I keep those things with myself and with my very few trusted friends but lately, it was like "the hell I care, I did this and this" just smoothly came out. Or maybe I was just with my additional trusted friends who are on the same boat and for sure, would never judge you for the things that you've done and will give you a punch in the face if you did not do some of those crazy things.

        I am loving the loop. Too late for me? Not really. I never did such crazy things until I'm 22, well, few weeks before I turned 23. These things, a lot of things or not (or for me they are a lot), I love them. I must admit, I'm on the rush of trying things now. I already finished college. I have a job. I am single. I am not too old. I am not too young. Just in the right state to lose one's mind.

         The hype is great. The people you get to know more, uh, such a great bonus. Yeah, I'm in the momentum. I am crazy. The hell I care.