What happened to the passion?
So finally, a journal fully dedicated to writing - not just any writing but real writing. I've missed this feeling. Oh, to have so many thoughts come out of my fingertips. What happened to the passion? I'm starting to get it back. (I hope)
As I sit and think about time and where it has gone, I start to realize - it may never be real to me but I turn 20 in seven months. What? Twenty in 7 months. I haven't been a child for a long time and it was hard to give that up to become a teenager. And now, how can I give up being a teenager to become a young adult? And this is the point in life where independence is the one real thing you can rely on. But I've lost so much of that. And I want it back. I want to stop needing, stop wanting, stop feeling - just certain things. Because I have to become independent again. Grow-up. It's time to start stopping to think before impulsively doing anything.
Love, you can't let me depend on you all the time.
As I sit and think about time and where it has gone, I start to realize - it may never be real to me but I turn 20 in seven months. What? Twenty in 7 months. I haven't been a child for a long time and it was hard to give that up to become a teenager. And now, how can I give up being a teenager to become a young adult? And this is the point in life where independence is the one real thing you can rely on. But I've lost so much of that. And I want it back. I want to stop needing, stop wanting, stop feeling - just certain things. Because I have to become independent again. Grow-up. It's time to start stopping to think before impulsively doing anything.
Love, you can't let me depend on you all the time.