May
This time of year is really hard for me.
I clean up my room, and sweep up my year into a few small bags.
I guess everything is thrown into perspective and it's always shocking-- even though it should be expected.
I was cleaning my room and I looked up at the wall next to my desk, I noticed this calender that I have.
It is still turned to the month of January.
The truth is; I got that calender even before January, hung it up, and never took note of it again.
It's weird to realize that the craziness of this year, was crazy enough for me to not even notice a calender hanging on my wall next to my desk.
So many months have passed in the blink of an eye.
I've gone to update this damn livejournal so many times in the past month. Every entry that I've started to write has never been posted because I struggle to find something positive or of value to write. There are private, personal things in my life right now that are great and do keep me going-- but this journal is not the place to discuss them. It's hard to figure out what that leaves me with.
I go through this every year, but every year this similar confusion, feels so different.
I clean up my room, and sweep up my year into a few small bags.
I guess everything is thrown into perspective and it's always shocking-- even though it should be expected.
I was cleaning my room and I looked up at the wall next to my desk, I noticed this calender that I have.
It is still turned to the month of January.
The truth is; I got that calender even before January, hung it up, and never took note of it again.
It's weird to realize that the craziness of this year, was crazy enough for me to not even notice a calender hanging on my wall next to my desk.
So many months have passed in the blink of an eye.
I've gone to update this damn livejournal so many times in the past month. Every entry that I've started to write has never been posted because I struggle to find something positive or of value to write. There are private, personal things in my life right now that are great and do keep me going-- but this journal is not the place to discuss them. It's hard to figure out what that leaves me with.
I go through this every year, but every year this similar confusion, feels so different.