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Sep 26, 2006 01:27

I've forgotten what it feels like to be me. But do I really know who I am? Yes and no.

I know the basics. I know that I am a 21-year-old Spanish and Communication double major at UL with a Latin American Stduies minor. I know that I used to care about school a whole lot more.

I know that I hold a cocky exterior until you find me vulnerable. I know I could get my way a whole heck of a lot, except for with certain people.

I know that I am closer to my dad than I am to my mom, anymore. I know that I am closer to Josh than I am to Sean. I've realized that I appreciate people more when I don't live with them.

I know I'm a terrible cook, but I sure like trying every now and then. I know that I like to microwave food because it's quick and convienent.

I know that improper grammar gives me a headache. I know that I screw it up, and being corrected is lame, but I know that I can't hold my tongue very well when it's someone else who needs to be corrected.

I know I'm forgiving. I know I'm easily annoyed. I know I don't let things bother me for very long, but while they do I know I cry easily. I know how it feels when nobody cares that you're doing it.

I know I hate taking medicine unless my stomach insides feel like they're going to burst. I know that I hate getting my teeth worked on.

I know I enjoy lonely nights every now and then. I know that I get my share of those because of work. I know I'm ready for school to be over with.

I know I'm going to use Spanish for the rest of my life. I know the job I have now is great practice.

I know I hate cigarettes. I know I'm a Christian. I know I need to hold better values if I'm going to call myself one. I know I need to shape up.

I know I'm not fat, but I know I've gained too much weight recently.

And so on.

With all the things I know, you'd think I'd know myself a little better.
Each day continues to prove that I don't.
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