I look at myself now, and I wonder how I got here.I am in this wonderful city, surrounded by amazing new friends and experiences, and yet everything is still the same. I haven’t really changed all that much, have I? I am, and will always be, the Kenny who…

Enough.

Even if I have to take this one step at a time, even if I have to consult a hundred useless self-help books, even if I have to do some real work for once, I will change. The otherwise just sucks and hurts and takes too much of me that is good away.

I remember my promises: to Dad to work hard, to Mom to take care of myself, to Wern to remember my roots, to Jus to find myself, and even more careless ones to my mad ladies to have the time of my life.

My promises can never be broken. Especially not by me.

But what did I promise myself?