a loooooooooong way to go.

i admit to being melodramatic most of the time so this temporary sense of sensibility might mean maturity has finally set in. which apparently is ridiculous there is no such thing as being too matured but then again, tts another post for another day.

Im 18. so tt logically means im young. even though it feels as if a lifetime has passed. someone once told me that a person lives through several lifetimes in his life, and each one is as exciting and as fufilling as the next. I get him now. even tho i swore i labelled him as pretencious starbucks coffee hook-upper no. 679 then.

there are so many things i want to accomplish in my life. even tho i honestly dun think i wld live to see another january which is all part of the morbidity that makes me ,well, me. And im so glad im not a gorgeous but useless cineleisure squatter because i actualli have aims in my life. because apparently, not everyone does. I suppose we are elitist after all.

The same way too much clothes is never a bad thing, dreams are never stupid. Be a stripper or a lounge singer or a dancer or even a horse shagger if ur so inclined that way. Rules set by society tt puts up all these boundaries of restrictions are the ones that get our dreams down. and we sld never ever let that happen.

we only live once hon. its not as if we could do this all over again.