Quite possibly the worst Jackie Chan ever. It once was dubbed worst movie of all time in my books, but I think that’s been dethroned lately.

Waking up this morning, I couldn’t help but to think of the idea of dopplegangers: that somewhere out there, there is someone that looks identically like you, but one of you is the good one and one of you is the bad one. If you are ever to meet, the world would explode kinda thing. Waking up this morning, I really couldn’t help but to feel like the bad one.

“Am I a bad person?” And so it goes, slowly eating away at me while I sit in the back of a strangers car every morning.

Life has gotten more and more complicated these last few months that it’s hard to determine what is right and what is wrong. There’s so much gray area. I guess that’s what “growing up” is all about: situations aren’t as formulaic and concrete as they were before. Life is rarely about blacks and whites now.

But despite everything, the thing I know 100% is that family and friends come first.

I’ve lost track of a lot of things. I think it’s time to review some of my notes from college.