I went home a few days ago. And in this time I had to clean out my old room. I found an old journal that I started but never finished. I read some of the shit I said. How things change. My life now is nothing like I imagined it at sixteen. My attitude toward others is not the same, my self-esteem is not the same, how I loved is different. It was a weird trip back to my old state of mind. I read something about my plans to go to a two year school (most likely Suffolk) and then go into the Peace Corps. And from there I would decide exactly what I wanted to be. I still want to be in the Peace Corps, but I opted for a four year institution instead. And a job to pay off the loans I have...then maybe I'll try to save the world. I wrote about how I want to live in England...now, I just want to get the fuck out of the United States. I'm about to bust.
I dont know why I started any of this if I'm not going to finish it. Typical Gemini. I have to get ready for work though. Sigh. Peace and love.
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