One year after and I am still on this island. I want to go back home. I guess I learnt to be an adult, even though my life didn't change that much. I breathe more, I sleep better, I work more.
I still dream a lot, especially about people I miss. My heart is full of regrets and I cannot forget them ; but it doesn't affect me as much as it did. I don't hate being myself anymore, conscious to be mediocre, which I will always be, I just try to be a better person, a goal that I will never completely achieve.
I am OK with all of this.
I am just waiting for big things to happen again. The time will come.