Read my mind
Where do I even begin to describe the emotional journey I've been through these last three years and the person I have become?
Perhaps I've not changed so very much as I imagine. I am not like most girls. I never was. Indeed there is none like me that I have ever known before. By this I do not claim superiority. Just a marked deviation from the norm.
Where most of my generation are out to showcase their lives and 'compete' to out-do one another on numerous social networking websites, I take up membership at such websites because they serve as creativity outlets more than anything else.
For want of a better word, the best description I can give of the matter is that I have a constant 'itch' to makeover my pages almost continuously. Maybe it is symbolic of an individual still searching for who they are.
I don't expect anyone to understand my inclinations. Just the same as I wish they would stop trying to push me in the same direction as everyone else.
I absolutely resent people who tell me what I should want and what I should do. They have no perspective but their own. Why I should want the same things that motivate them is beyond me...
The reality is that I do not lust for such things - holidays, social parties & clubbing (where the main objective is to take as many pictures as possible to flaunt later on).
I feel that my resources can be better spent on other things, in other ways which I find more meaningful. Like a brand new iMac.
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you.
All you can do is be someone who can be loved.
The rest is up to them.
I've learned that no matter how much I care,
some people just don't care back.
- Omer B. Washington
For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away
You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might call you from my heart
But it might be a second too late
And the words that I could never say
Are gonna come out anyway
- James Morrison