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Aug 19, 2007 02:52


Possibility Girl

Everyone thinks Possibility Girl is possibly a genius. Any day now, they continually agree, Possibility Girl will make it big. Become a star. ‘You won’t forget us when you're famous, will you?’ they always say, as Possibility Girl begins yet another amazing project.

The only person, who doesn’t believe in Possibility Girl's possible genius, is Possibility Girl herself. She thinks they're being too kind. She isn’t gifted at all. She’s a fake genius, bluffing her way through life. She is convinced the moment she tries to actually achieve her full potential, she will fail, fall flat on her face, and the people that once admired her from afar, will admire her no more. And so Possibility Girl never actually achieves anything. She just sits on the edge of her possible glory and basks in the adulation of her potential.
-abeautifulrevolution.com

i finally got my license.
i want a bike.
i need to find a car.
i am not ready for summer to end.
the only thing i loved about this summer was getting stevie.
other than that it was very disappointing, like every summer thus far.

maybe next summer.
maybe next summer.
maybe next summer.
maybe next summer.

this semester, my third year at utsa.
i have no idea what to expect.
i have a feeling it's not going to be very good.
i think i always have that feeling but i can never remember.

where did time go?
i remember new years like it was yesterday.
i've been too caught up in wanting to get older that i didn't realize these years are flying by and i now realize i don't want them to.
soon i'll be out of school. that is a very scary thought especially since i have no idea how to achieve what i want.
i know what i want. i just don't know how to go about getting it. that scares me more than not knowing, time for some serious research.

i'm in one of my disconnected from the world moods again.
i think this happens every time i come to harlingen.
this town does strange things to me.
who am i kidding, that disconnecting thing happens all the time.
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