It's unreal how quickly college is passing by. It feels that yesterday I was just a naive freshman, with dreams of meeting new and exciting people, becoming a "better" person and falling in love. Impatiently chasing after a new "me", that I could be happy with.
Who says that this is what will make me happy? In the pursuit of these three goals I have:
- Created far too many shallow friendships and became "too nice"
- Examined, cross examined, beat to death - all of my flaws, and have become dependent on the advice I get from others
- Fallen in love too quickly, been hurt, obsessed endlessly, been frustrated and lonely
I wish that at this point in my life, I had more things figured out. Wish that I could be both mature and exciting. I feel that my personal growth has made me boring and hardened me into cautious indifference.
I miss being able to surprise myself.
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