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Post-Studio B dance party, pre-NYE.
I discussed this with Caitlin on Sunday. 2009 has been an awful year.
Nothing has changed. I am simply a year older. I am 22yrs old. Young, I should say.
Maybe it has in the past but confidence hasn't exactly been my strong suit these last few weeks.
Tonight, I feel hopeless.
Yet I know that isn't true. Hope is still there. It always will be. I should not, will not, spoil what I have by desiring what I have not. I remember that what I have now was once among the things that I could only hope for. The day hope dies is the day I die.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance.
Cheers.
I discussed this with Caitlin on Sunday. 2009 has been an awful year.
Nothing has changed. I am simply a year older. I am 22yrs old. Young, I should say.
Maybe it has in the past but confidence hasn't exactly been my strong suit these last few weeks.
Tonight, I feel hopeless.
Yet I know that isn't true. Hope is still there. It always will be. I should not, will not, spoil what I have by desiring what I have not. I remember that what I have now was once among the things that I could only hope for. The day hope dies is the day I die.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance.
Cheers.