words as my art part 2
I have sat here for 10 minutes staring at this screen. yet I still have absolutely nothing to say. surprising i know. considering its me. miss talkative.
20 minutes later....
Now I have something to say.. I think..
I want to change everything.
wow. what progress... heh. maybe a lil more time?
so I don't know how long it was this time. but I'm sitting here, at Amanda's while shes at softball. and I'm playing solitaire thinking about what I should write about this time around. but then it hit me. I need to get out and live. my life can no longer revolve around this stupid game I've become hopelessly obsessed with, and it cannot revolve around livejournal. no worries, it will be a gradual change, and I'll still update. no point in having this if I'm not going to update. but I'm young and very much alive so why not go out and do whatever.
too much stress this past week and its mostly my fault. I've also been really sick. but I didn't make myself that way. I haven't told anyone either. so thats all I'll say here. who knows who will read it.
REPLY: RE: this...
I know you worry. I know you care. I know. I know. Just remember I'm who I am, no matter how old, how I act, what I look like. and I'm proud of that. I wasn't before but I am what I am and I have to accept that. right? well even if I don't have to I am. I know what I want. and you don't have to worry, even though I know you will.
<3 me.
last night, I said I hope I wake up to 'Good Morning Beautiful' that would make my day that much better. and guess what, I did. and I felt really beautiful.