So, I was sleeping and I suddenly woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. Naturally, I turned on my laptop and decided to write things down in hope that my own thoughts would bore me back into going to sleep. We’ll see how it goes.
Sunday, was my birthday. I turned twenty-two. I’ve been thinking a lot lately and wondering: what exactly do I have to show for that? The answer is nothing. I haven’t accomplished anything great or done anything amazing- I’m not known by anything. I wish I was just really good at something, I wish I had “a thing”. I just seem to sort of float on by and I hate that. I don’t want to just exist. I want to be more and do more. I know that I can’t just say things like that; I know that I actually have to apply that to my life. Everything always starts off as a pretty little idea and then that’s how it always stays- an idea.
Honestly, I really don’t try to be as negative as I sometimes portray…
OK, my idea somewhat worked, my thoughts made me somewhat sleepy. Goodnight(:
