Mar 02, 2005 23:29
I think every year I go through some sort of identity crisis. It involves relationships with friends, collegues, relatives, and signficant others, it involves my manner of dress (dressing like I'm 19 makes my feet hurt xP), the amount of holes in my body, the music I listen to, my future, potential family decisions, jobs, school, careers, clubs, organizations, hobbies, shall I continue?
18 is gone, but 19 is young. 20, 21, and 22 are scary. Angsty middle schooler, or self-assured young woman? Felicia seemed randomly pleased with me today. I like feeling smart. I like feeling like a success. I like helping people and organizing things. I like being called a "lifesaver" only for agreeing to put random paperwork in 50 pre-made folders.
I think I'm done with this journal. It represents many things that have come and gone, and I won't ever delete it. However, I will be eventually making a new name. Until then, don't expect any big posts from me. =)
as i fade away, they'll all look at me and say
hey look at him, i'll never live that way
but that's okay
they're just afraid of change
when you feel life ain't worth living
you got to stand up and take a look around
all the way to the sky
and when your deepest thoughts are broken
keep on dreamin' boy, cuz when you stop dreamin' it's time to die
and as we all pray for the sun tomorrow
some ways will work, and other ways we'll play
but i know we can't all stay here forever
so i'm gonna write my words on the face of today