it wouldn’t be the same without. nothing is, right? it makes sense. one thing leads to another. a chain reaction. but move on. always move on. can’t stop. can’t watch. can’t breathe. that can’t be it. something must be wrong. it doesn’t make sense anymore. it never made sense.
you wake up one morning and realize that by and by your decisions will always be your own. that those decisions you hate to make are the result of who you were. who you’ve grown to be. those decisions are taking over your life. the choices. but you shouldn’t let the choices run your life, eh? the decisions are what matters. or maybe its just the opportunity of choice. i don’t wanna say i won’t change. but i’m not saying i want to either. but ya know, it does get quite lonesome.
but it’s ok…
Recovered from Xanga 
Been thinking about this subject of change lately too, it’s a weird topic, but i guess everyone’s gotta go through it in order to find themselves. Although it’s sort of hard to do when you don’t know whether the true you will appear after changing yourself, or if it lies within who you are right now. Maybe it takes both, which makes life much more complex. Anyways, hope it goes well for you.
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