One day the trees are lush and green, full of life- then the next rich colors of red and orange appear, until a morning soon to come I will look out my window and see bare branches being frostbitten by the brisk extreme weather.
A baby so reliable becomes independent and free from one day to the next.
Friendships one day may become nothing but mere acknowledgement that one exists the next- nothing personal, nothing real.
Change is the only constant.
If I had a book written on my life- and each year I lived I gave a theme, kind of like a chapter, then this year I would title "Change- it gets me every time". I figured that things would settle down once I moved up to school. I figured that I would just get into a flow of things and settle down into a rhythm. Not expecting to change much for a LONG while. But I should of known that nothing goes according to the plans that I make up for myself.
I wish I knew what the future held.
I wish I knew the consequences of my choices today-
I wish I could please everyone around me, including myself.
I wish I knew what I wanted in life.
It is at times like these where I just want to scream out at the world and hide from the complexities of life.
I suck at commitment