Put er' there
Pssh childhood rocked!
Think of the ignorance!
As we get older and grow up with more responsibilities we yearn for peace of mind. We want that happiness back that we once had. That happiness that doesn't feel like it existed in the first place. Being happy isn't a major event, it’s not dramatic like depression. It’s not burned in your head like sadness is. We take all the good things for granted and mill around on the bad things. Maybe we like feeling sorry for ourselves. Maybe we feel the need to let others know they should feel sorry for us too. Maybe our tribulations make us feel unique.
Think happy thoughts…think happy thoughts…think happy thoughts…
I’ve decided I really do want to be some sort of writer when I grow up, and now that I have mentally declared this to myself, I want it baaad. I relate so much to pen and paper, or screen and keyboard as technology pioneers. I want to do so many things in highschool and college and I realized tonight that my hunger to get involved is only there so I can write and blow an audience away. I love public speaking and am quite excellent at it. I hear these speeches from countless people for undertaking and accepting and other repetitive accomplishments, and all I think is how I want to WRITE something and say it to a big audience and show off. I have confidence in myself when I write, and when you have confidence you want to flaunt. I have been writing in my little livejournal for quite some time now and I used to be content w/ it being all personal and private, but now all I want is for people to read it! I want people to read what I write. I love the admirers. I love the cynics. I just want to be heard. I want my writing to be read. I’m gonna be a writer, you just wait.
I am going to live in a big city where I can walk everywhere, w/ a charming small apartment by myself above a quant little coffeeshop/bookstore where I will be a regular at, and I will have my own column in some newspaper or magazine. The entire package is just heavenly right now.
Think of the ignorance!
As we get older and grow up with more responsibilities we yearn for peace of mind. We want that happiness back that we once had. That happiness that doesn't feel like it existed in the first place. Being happy isn't a major event, it’s not dramatic like depression. It’s not burned in your head like sadness is. We take all the good things for granted and mill around on the bad things. Maybe we like feeling sorry for ourselves. Maybe we feel the need to let others know they should feel sorry for us too. Maybe our tribulations make us feel unique.
Think happy thoughts…think happy thoughts…think happy thoughts…
I’ve decided I really do want to be some sort of writer when I grow up, and now that I have mentally declared this to myself, I want it baaad. I relate so much to pen and paper, or screen and keyboard as technology pioneers. I want to do so many things in highschool and college and I realized tonight that my hunger to get involved is only there so I can write and blow an audience away. I love public speaking and am quite excellent at it. I hear these speeches from countless people for undertaking and accepting and other repetitive accomplishments, and all I think is how I want to WRITE something and say it to a big audience and show off. I have confidence in myself when I write, and when you have confidence you want to flaunt. I have been writing in my little livejournal for quite some time now and I used to be content w/ it being all personal and private, but now all I want is for people to read it! I want people to read what I write. I love the admirers. I love the cynics. I just want to be heard. I want my writing to be read. I’m gonna be a writer, you just wait.
I am going to live in a big city where I can walk everywhere, w/ a charming small apartment by myself above a quant little coffeeshop/bookstore where I will be a regular at, and I will have my own column in some newspaper or magazine. The entire package is just heavenly right now.