twenty four
i feel like i’m enjoying getting older, but then at the same time still have that urge to stay young forever. the things that seemed so important before aren't as important and things that didn't matter are starting to intrigue me. i’ve been thinking so much more lately. thinking about my feelings, my inspirations, my doubts, fears, opinions, dreams, and just everything. i’m finally starting to understand that not everyone is good, and not everybody has the same conscience as i do. not everyone will think about what they’re doing and how deeply what they do effects others. not all of my friends are friends that i’ll be able to trust with my feelings. and not everyone i love will love me equally. the people you choose to surround yourself with are the ones that make you who you are; whether you choose to join them and be like them, or choose to stray and find your own path, yet still allow yourself to be there for them if they need you. it’s insane how the mind works. and even more insane how the heart works in correspondence. every year i think things will get easier, it doesn't. but that’s fine with me.
