August 9th, 2009

I am happy. I am confused. I am sad. I am lost. I want to build what was never there. But building that bridge is so hard. Requires all of me. These days, I'm half of me. I'm all here, but just half of me.

"You don't know what it's like to be me." Hear that before? Yeah... a lot. We all have our life story. It's funny how we all try to be different from each other when we're really just pretty much all the same. We create ourselves growing up. We try to be unique... different... one of a kind.

I don't know what I'm talking about. Something is getting to me and I don't know what it is. I'm thinking it's this and it seems to be something else. Only I find out that that's not it too. I'm frustrated.