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I would love to go for a drive right now. Would make sure to have some good music playing, and would lay my head back and simply watch the scenery pass me by. The window would be slightly open, letting the wind tickle my hair and leave a scent of evening serenity in the air.
I sometimes find myself wishing that I could fly, or perhaps just be able to let myself fall without worrying about landing. Freedom comes when you learn to let go...hrm. Must definitely work on that. Hmph, work on that...I guess I need to work on not always wanting to fix myself. I'm not broken for goodness sake. Yes, I do have this type of argument in my head. And I wonder where all the migraines come from. And I wonder why I begin so many sentences with 'and'. Perhaps I feel like my sentences don't hold enough substance that I have to add more to them. I can see that I don't only do that to my sentences, but to myself as well. I don't feel that I am 'good enough' (good enough for what, I'll never know) so I try to compensate by attempting to be witty or clever. In the end, I'm only fooling myself. And it's obvious that this isn't going to lead me anywhere, really. Confused? Yes, I thought so too.
Speakers spouting cheesy Jewel lyrics at me, and I wonder when I will ever find solace in my being myself, in being Sara, simple and unaltered.
I sometimes find myself wishing that I could fly, or perhaps just be able to let myself fall without worrying about landing. Freedom comes when you learn to let go...hrm. Must definitely work on that. Hmph, work on that...I guess I need to work on not always wanting to fix myself. I'm not broken for goodness sake. Yes, I do have this type of argument in my head. And I wonder where all the migraines come from. And I wonder why I begin so many sentences with 'and'. Perhaps I feel like my sentences don't hold enough substance that I have to add more to them. I can see that I don't only do that to my sentences, but to myself as well. I don't feel that I am 'good enough' (good enough for what, I'll never know) so I try to compensate by attempting to be witty or clever. In the end, I'm only fooling myself. And it's obvious that this isn't going to lead me anywhere, really. Confused? Yes, I thought so too.
Speakers spouting cheesy Jewel lyrics at me, and I wonder when I will ever find solace in my being myself, in being Sara, simple and unaltered.