I have this feeling, maybe more of a need, to document my life. I feel like maybe this is just the start of my life. It should be documented so it can be remembered, or just known of, long after I'm gone. I've realized I'm young. Whoever reads this, I know I probably seem young to you, and that's because I am. I'm starting to feel the weight of decisions greatening in the palms of my hands. They glow and burn and make me feel that I need to start choosing a future. I want a life that I can pass on and use to inspire. I want to find true pride in others and have people to take pride in me. There's so much to expect. There's no such thing as expecting too much.
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February 2, 2010
Seperate thought from long ago.
He doesn't want to deal with me.
I don't want to deal with myself.
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