Some pages are left undone, some are still not written as I stare blankly at the mirror in my house. As I turned my page, it's blank. Have I been too hard on myself? Why am I contradicting everything? I skipped a lot of pages and my table of contents are in a knot. Knowing that I can't untie the knot because I can't never turn back time. Will time come that I can finally write and color my own life?