it's a little bit ridiculous how much things change when you give yourself sufficient time away.

i am a much different person now than my last post marks. and that's a good thing.

i suppose i am growing up because i no longer want to write about boys (although this new one is something definitely worthwhile, worth keeping) and about how sad i am. those things should be kept for real life, not immortalized on the internet.

still not quite mature, though, as evidenced by the fact that i can't go a sentence without the word 'i' being the focal point. eventually, i'll get to the point where i can think and speak about things other than myself.

life is constantly reassuring myself that things will be okay. worrying over things i have no control over. pacifying myself in order to soften the impact of the eventual blow. maybe that's what this is all about.

goodness, eventually to end in sadness, all things must. the most important thing is how we deal with the change.