Posting!

But I really don’t have much to say.

Sometimes I feel shallow. Sometimes I don’t…  Sometimes I approve, and sometimes I don’t. I have no battle plan for any of this. I was expecting something different, but isn’t that normal? Life is more like waiting than I thought it would be.

There isn’t as much voiceover.

I’m not fourteen.

It’s not like a blank word document. I get to decide less than I thought I would. There are things that I never saw as choices. Those things are the only things I get to decide.

I can contradict myself. I can be getting somewhere, and I can go backwards. The way is a wandering.

I’m not the conclusion. I’m not the remedy, or the answer, to anything. I get the wrong idea. Sometimes I feel important. Sometimes I don’t.

I have secrets, and I like them.

I hate them.

I’m going to be shallow tomorrow.

I have other things to do. I have too much to do. I have the vague feeling that none of it will matter. Like those things I decide without thinking... what doesn’t matter will soon.

I’m worried. I’m not.

I have less control than I think.