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I think I'm grouchy today. I blame my mother for calling at 6am.
Do you ever feel like you have something to say... but really don't know what it is? I feel like that right now. Perhaps that's why I'm typing when I really have nothing profound or stimulating to say.
I guess lots of it's all in my head, but I don't feel like it's really focused on anything imparticular, rather than just pretty much everything, so if it's written down it will just look like chaos.
I've tried this actual journal thing for times like these for eyes that are only mine, but it never seems to keep my affection. I feel like I can say a lot more or it's a lot more interesting if others are involved.
I'd like to start writing songs. I love playing music, I just can't write it.
I'd like to travel. Maybe live in another country for sometime.
I'd like to be in shape... that'd be cool too. That's why I'm working out.
I think I would like some damn time to myself. Which is the key to why I feel like this.
Perhaps I just feel like I'm not really going anywhere yet. I'm on the first step of a giant road ahead... I just don't know which path will fall at my feet. It's almost nerve racking and it makes my stomach kinda pinchy. I want to know what I'll be doing in the next 5 years. I want to be secure in my life. I like the comfort I suppose.
In two years I will be an art teacher. Sounds so grown up. I worry about losing passion for my work. I worry about if I'll able to teach how I've been taught to. I have all these fantastic ideas and philosophies that I can incorporate through art... which is something I wish I could have had in high school.
I'm going to go to sleep now. Perhaps that will make me feel better.
Do you ever feel like you have something to say... but really don't know what it is? I feel like that right now. Perhaps that's why I'm typing when I really have nothing profound or stimulating to say.
I guess lots of it's all in my head, but I don't feel like it's really focused on anything imparticular, rather than just pretty much everything, so if it's written down it will just look like chaos.
I've tried this actual journal thing for times like these for eyes that are only mine, but it never seems to keep my affection. I feel like I can say a lot more or it's a lot more interesting if others are involved.
I'd like to start writing songs. I love playing music, I just can't write it.
I'd like to travel. Maybe live in another country for sometime.
I'd like to be in shape... that'd be cool too. That's why I'm working out.
I think I would like some damn time to myself. Which is the key to why I feel like this.
Perhaps I just feel like I'm not really going anywhere yet. I'm on the first step of a giant road ahead... I just don't know which path will fall at my feet. It's almost nerve racking and it makes my stomach kinda pinchy. I want to know what I'll be doing in the next 5 years. I want to be secure in my life. I like the comfort I suppose.
In two years I will be an art teacher. Sounds so grown up. I worry about losing passion for my work. I worry about if I'll able to teach how I've been taught to. I have all these fantastic ideas and philosophies that I can incorporate through art... which is something I wish I could have had in high school.
I'm going to go to sleep now. Perhaps that will make me feel better.