silent reflection
thank you erin...i miss you. i miss so many people, it's unimaginable. i wish so much that i could be a child. yes, i realize that fifteen isn't "adult" yet, but being fifteen still sets these expectations that rely one to be 'mature'. i wish i could be three, or five. when innocence was a virtue, and pure ignorance honestly was bliss. when jumping in puddles could make you day, when finger painting meant to paint on your face instead of these ridiculous sheets called paper, and when a kiss could always make the pain go away.
i miss the days when it was so easy to be amused and not look into the deeper side of things, when little things learned would become scholarly, and when 'momma' could always be depended upon.
now it's the time of skepticism, and confusion of emotions and opinions. when goals and priorities come into a clearer focus and everything has specific qualifications to reach a formulative opinion that can remain stable.
i apologize for my generalizations in my former entry. being driven my anger and frustrations tends to not necessarily have my "writing techniques" be at the top of my mind. afterall, this is an online journal, not an essay for mouton. if that were the case, i would have spent at least two hours with my thesis statement in definite different wording. however, i will not retract anything i said expect for my generalizations. for at this time, and maybe for about the next few months, that is how i feel.
i was actually going to go waaay in depth about emotion and the comparisons of place to place and how people, though so different are really the same with the same desires, and same ideas for these desires, and etc. but honestly, i'm tired. i'm tired and i want ice cream. so farewell readers....i think i just need to pray...
i miss the days when it was so easy to be amused and not look into the deeper side of things, when little things learned would become scholarly, and when 'momma' could always be depended upon.
now it's the time of skepticism, and confusion of emotions and opinions. when goals and priorities come into a clearer focus and everything has specific qualifications to reach a formulative opinion that can remain stable.
i apologize for my generalizations in my former entry. being driven my anger and frustrations tends to not necessarily have my "writing techniques" be at the top of my mind. afterall, this is an online journal, not an essay for mouton. if that were the case, i would have spent at least two hours with my thesis statement in definite different wording. however, i will not retract anything i said expect for my generalizations. for at this time, and maybe for about the next few months, that is how i feel.
i was actually going to go waaay in depth about emotion and the comparisons of place to place and how people, though so different are really the same with the same desires, and same ideas for these desires, and etc. but honestly, i'm tired. i'm tired and i want ice cream. so farewell readers....i think i just need to pray...