Isn't it funny how life can show you who you really are. I suddenly relized that over the past two years of being cooped up in New York that I have acctually grown up a bit. Okay I still love my jeans and t-shirts, hate smoking, and go nuts over something that revert me back to my childhood but still.... I grew up in other ways. Yeah Im still looking and going for love ( my emotional door may not be entirely closed to love and happiness - only ajar. Baby steps.) trying to stop ending up in bookstores and coffee shops so I wont isolate myself so much ( can't help it - I'm a goddamn book worm.), and be more productive with my time and try to make new friends ( whereever they may be - or exisit.) and new experiences ( questionable experiences). I don't know much of anything ( really, I look smart but Im as dim as a bulb) but hey thats life. Go with the flow.
I'm really am growing up. ( Did I mention my alteregos that I keep inside my head and skecth book???)
I gotta move out of New York and fast.
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