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[04 Nov 2009|02:29am] |
wake up one day and you can't recognize who you are anymore. the music you used to love sounds like talentless cacophony. your dreams have changed. you get what you think you want and realize it's not it. scary to face yourself and realize you have no idea who you are. again.
cant believe i gotta shed this layer of skin I took so long to grow into. suddenly it's too tight. suddenly it doesnt feel right. doesnt suit me.
my life experiences are measured by boyfriends, like dynasties. craig, the happy-go-lucky excitement. myron, the disenchantment. dan, the never-ending party. matt, the domesticated life...
Potted plants and grocery shopping. Teaching me the convenience of dishwashers. Cardigans and collared shirts. waking up an hour early to walk the dog. somehow ending up at the farmer's market every single sunday. evening scented candles. cooks me dinner and cleans my apartment when I'm not there. buys me boring long winter coats just because he thinks it looks nice. hours in bed, grinning. happy. in love. everything is ok.
everything i imagined i'd want my life to be. everything i dreamed up when i was 17 in my bedroom, sleeping in my prom dress. 7 years ago. Seven.
Did I do it wrong? Did I wish the wrong things? How come this feels like a dead-end? Should I start all over or keep building off of this life in the direction it's already going? is this my designated boulder and hill? will i be happier with another set?
oh well, i wont care tomorrow morning anyway. goodnight
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