from the archives still

Thursday, April 03, 2008
Whatever, its Friday
Once there was a girl, any girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slender, more than pretty but not quite gorgeous. She looked like she was anywhere between 20-23 when infact she was turning 28 on her next birthday. For all the things she knew about herself, she was still a mystery because of all the things she didn’t know and never would. She thought of herself as smart, not intelligent. Mature but not sophisticated. She felt like maybe she was falling in love, but found that she was keeping her distance. She thinks she is better than most people, but not the best there is. She doesn’t really like people, unless you are her people. She is a realist and a dreamer. She is not good at being responsible, but she has many responsibilites that she takes care of. She has friends that she trusts with her whole heart and soul and can tell them anything, but feels like they really won’t ever understand her. But really how could they be expected to understand when she herself doesn’t understand. She didn’t think she was afraid of failure but she has never put herself into a postition to REALLY fail. She wants to go out and experience life but finds making the neccesary sacrifices harder then they should be. She’s mad at the world because she is mad at herself. She is not you, she doesn’t want your life. She doesn’t always want her own life but it is always better then the alternative.