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to clutter up your shelves --- I was just up in my room for like an hour reading my old diary. One of the entries made me think... It was on May,30,2002.. Which was one year before Larry and I started going out. And it made me realize that things come and go. And eventually everything goes back to normal again no matter how sad you were at the time. It just takes a little while to get over. And sometimes when you're sad maybe being that sad will be the closest you'll come to being happy for a while. And you don't realize it until it's too late and you're even sadder and you just keep sinking into a big hole of sadness. I don't know if anyone undertsands that besides me. I can't think of any better way to explain it. --- I don't want to grow up. Only two more years until I'm an adult. It's coming way to fast. I want to be little again. I want to start everything over. I'd change so many things. I haven't realized until today that I'm not happy with myself at all. Or the person I am. I keep thinking that I'm not good enough. But I don't know what I'm not good enough for. I'm just really confused today. Maybe I'll just go to bed so I'll stop thinking. That's half my problem. I'm always thinking. Like.. about why people do the things they do or why we feel sad. Or why people care so much about what other people think about them. I wish people could just live the lives that they wanted to and not worry about anyone else or how they felt. School should be optional, but encouraged. And the people that want to have steady jobs and a planned out life can have that. But I don't want a life like that... when everything's the same day after day after day. I thrive on changes. I want to just live in my car and drive around to random places. I was talking about that to my mom but I don't think she understood. This was our conversation.. Me: I want to not have to worry about anything. I just want to do the things that I want to do. Like live in my car and drive down to mexico, watch sunsets, and eat nachos for dinner everday and just not care. There's too much stress and people's expectations for me are too high. Mom: You don't even like nachos. *sigh* I think I'm too high strung for a life like that anyways. --- This is a really long entry.
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