I'm not sure if this is just me, but it feels like I am constantly evolving... to the point where I think of myself in each year previous and I can hardly stand it.
Is a life of perpetual embarassment normal?
What is the purpose of this confidence if a year from this date, I will be looking upon myself and shaking my head in disgust at the way I used to walk, laugh, and treat others?
It is trainwrecks such as this that leave me wide awake and wondering at 4:35 in the morning.
- Current Mood: frustrated
- Tunage:Melissa McClelland