Sunday, March 8, 2009

This One's for Me

Mood:...odd.
Hating: this weird pain in my chest. I keep checking my left arm every few minutes...Haha. I think it's just a pulled muscle, even though the pain is incredibly annoying...And also how it is unbelievably cold at school. Stupid broken boiler...
Loving: how calming the drama room feels to me.
Lip-syncing: Jonathan Clay --This One's for Me

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Sometimes when you're young, you think nothing can hurt you. It's kind of like being invincible, or immortal. Your whole life is ahead of you, and you have these big, elaborate plans. Huge plans to find your one perfect match, the one that completes you; to follow your dreams, to change the world.

But as you get older, you realize it's not always that easy. It's not until you've wasted so much time -- time you can never get back -- that you realize how the plans you made were simply that: plans. At the end, when you're looking backwards instead of forwards, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you're leaving something good behind.
You want to believe that it mattered.

You want to believe that you mattered.

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