I think that I'm getting to a point in which I can count my life in years. "Oh, a year ago I was doing this" and etc.
A year ago I was a sweet girl. I was deeply in love with my friends and teachers. I had the biggest dreams that I now deem impossible. I was that girl with the sparkle in her eye and the heart with passion. I was the dreamer who wanted to save the world.
Now I'm not that girl.
I wish I was.
I'm not that girl from a year ago. I'm indifferent. I'm blunt. I'm apathetic. You could say that I'm empty.
There's a way. I know it.
Sincerely, Michelle
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I'm just a little too tired of everything. I can barely remember anything.
Everyone deserves a chance to disappear for a while.