When will someone tell me that I am a wide eyed girl who got it right?  I don't need to hear it now but sometimes it seems that it will never happen, that instead I must a live a life of disapointed ties.

to write a song
is many men's greatest achievements

Is it a matter of time?
Can it ever be a matter of time?

I didn't realize how much I loved my independence.

pride

I'm just laughing at the amounts of unfinished blog posts. When did my mind become such a scattered clusterfuck?

Oh, but it's all about pride, isn't it?  It always has, always will be. At least I've lost so much of my own! The only problem with that is that it tends to shove itself in my face when I talk to other people at any possible moment now. I didn't realize how unnecessary it is and how much it exists.

I've recently found joy and freedom from writing unedited and poorly construed thoughts into a real notebook. It takes away all pride.