Does anyone read this?
Well, I'm now going to attempt to make a serious entry. It's been what - almost 4 months since my last livejournal entry? I've gotten a myspace since then, and I've updated my xanga quite a bit too. I've been all over the place and all sorts of things have happened since my last entry. I've started a C.A.R.E. group through my church and have taken up duty as president of the Christian club at my school...wow! I'm growing and being stressed, pushed and pulled all the while I'm wondering where my break is. I guess my break is coming this Christmas, but my gut tells me don't hold out for it.
I've all but lost my desire to be artistically creative for nearly a year now, and I don't know why that is. I know soon enough I'll be on my own with a new job and a new place. I know I'll look back on these days now and think about how I used to think I was so mature for my age, only to realize how immature I really was. That always happens to me; I'll look back a year ago and see just how much I've grown and changed since then. It really makes me wonder if time just makes me think that or if I have been growing as drastically as I thought. Either way, I despise this kind of weather. I hate cold weather, even cool weather, because it triggers my asthma and allergies, and the trees and grass starts to die. This kind of weather makes the days shorter and the nights more hellish...I hate it. I can't wait until I'm gone away from this wicked weather...then...I'll be free.
I've all but lost my desire to be artistically creative for nearly a year now, and I don't know why that is. I know soon enough I'll be on my own with a new job and a new place. I know I'll look back on these days now and think about how I used to think I was so mature for my age, only to realize how immature I really was. That always happens to me; I'll look back a year ago and see just how much I've grown and changed since then. It really makes me wonder if time just makes me think that or if I have been growing as drastically as I thought. Either way, I despise this kind of weather. I hate cold weather, even cool weather, because it triggers my asthma and allergies, and the trees and grass starts to die. This kind of weather makes the days shorter and the nights more hellish...I hate it. I can't wait until I'm gone away from this wicked weather...then...I'll be free.