It's cold inside and out, and through the glass I see the rain falling. November has arrived. The frigid realization hit me last night that I'll be twenty years old soon. I could always think back so far into the past. I still can see years ago like they we're just yesterday. It's the last few years, and the current days that are growing blurry now though. What isn't blurry simply passes in the blink of an eye. Another day, another week, another year gone by, and I wonder what I've achieved. Some say a lot. I've helped a few people along the way. I'm trying to mold my future around the fact that I can't feel whole until I fill some part of someone else with knowledge, feeling, or anything else worth being. Many people have told me how living that way is wrong, and that I should live more for myself, but that way is empty all around. Helping others helps me void my own emptiness. This is the only way I know to exist. Let's see what another year has in store for me.