| Why is it that you can be so incredibly sure about something one day and then the next day wake up feeling completely the opposite way?
I think I'm a horrible person. I never had bad intentions.
I'm so incredibly confused. I must be going crazy.
Or is this just another bad day, and tomorrow everything will be fine?
Emotions suck.
I want to be able to make sense of this stupid mess. Damnit. I want to figure out what's best for me...without hurting anyone....=(
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| It really is amazing how much we can all change in what seems like such a short amount of time. Lately time itself, for me at least, seems to pass by sometimes very slowly, and others, so fast that I dont even realize a day has gone. I have changed in so many ways since this time last year. So much so that even I am shocked at times. I was thinking the other day, about how some say they regret things in their past, while others like to quote those ever popular cliche' things such as "live every day like it's your last" and "never regret anything"...and so on. The problem is, I dont know which category I fall into. Do I regret certain things, or do I accept each of my mistakes just as little character builders along the way? Maybe there is partial truth to both points of view. Maybe combining the two is the key....balance. But i've been finding that balance is a hard thing to keep when life's ground is constantly shifting. |
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| Not sure why, but it's taken a while for me to realize that I really don't write anymore. And I miss it. |
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| So I don't ever use this anymore...
Here's the other link:
http://www.myspace.com/last_dancewithmary_jane |
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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster;
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (a joking voice, the gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (write it!) like disaster.
One Art - Elizabeth Bishop
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