And here
I go again... about to write something depressing. It
really does not matter to me. It is nothing new.
Do I really
want an image? Of any kind?
Am I an aged
soul? Or have I just begun?
Can it matter?
Is there hope?
I hope so!
So can I
become what I want to be by the time I am 21? Shall
I change?
No!
Yes!
Why?
Will I really
continue myself to reach that goal?
Why not?!?
What goals
am I achieving now?
Oh, how I
always wanted one person to come unexpectedly and take
me away and take care of me!
Is that ultimate
person inside of me?
Why not?
Can I search
for this person?
Will I lock
myself up for awhile , a portion of my life, to find
it?
Why not?
So what am
I trying to say?
That I want
to disrupt my life, and begin again, and search for
that old me that will exsist in a new, more stable form?
After I become
inward and comfortable, will I be able to come out again?
My goals
keep changing as I grow older. That proves my soul is
not old.
I learn.
I give myself
that credit. It is growth that keeps me breathing. Growth
and Change. Cannot avoid it.
Thank You
much!!!
Drop the
image. Become a person.
Thank You
Much!!!
When can
I start?
Now.
Live for
the birth of me.
My ideas,
thoughts, and goals.
They may
even come easier.
