07 February, 2009

Sometimes, it really hits me that I'm growing up.
And its an odd feeling that I like?

And yet, I wish I could still relate, or have ever related in the first place.

There is a feeling of dread in the air, I wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life but I really have no clue. Others seem so set in their dreams and goals. I never dreamed or made plans. I just existed.

It has proved to be problematic

1 comment:

  1. Having dreams and plans can be problematic, too. They change swiftly and violently.

    But let's not use that as an excuse not to dream, eh? (I say that for my benefit)

    You still have a lot of time, Courtney. I'm looking forward to hearing these plans when you make them.