The Diverged Road

How do you know if you've been a blind follower or if you've created your own path? What if you are just an everyday, average nobody.
Self-awareness has been becoming harder and harder as I get busier and busier. What I've noticed though, is that it is funny when you know you are doing the "wrong thing" yet you completely do the opposite of your morals and judgements. When people are always pushing their views on you it's very hard to have your own.
The topic of busyness is one of it's own. I feel like the walls are closing in sometimes because of school, and I have nowhere left to run than a room with no doors and windows with just...textbooks and homework. No possible ways of enjoying myself or escaping but my own mind. Kind of like detention!
I feel as if there's something I can't find, and when I try to look for it in my own mind it's mostly just me looking for happiness.
Really, what is even the point of my writing? Is it to actually learn about myself and complete my thoughts? Or just so I know that I can be good at something. Anything. OR fear of not making my own and needing a potential career choice.
Oh well, I'll continue because it seems to be doing me some good.

What's so bad

Why is it such a bad thing to be good?

"Goody- goody's" "Goody two shoes" ...Is it really so bad? When I picture them I think the know-it-all, grade 2 tattle-tale girl. But at this age? Really?

So if you don't "do drugs" or "drink alcohol", respect yourself, and are hopeful for the future your a goody good?

PLEASE. That just sickens me.

The Used

What if people use eachother?
For strength, for sex, in relationships, in business. Is it the way life just is? I've been told it's way better to be lonely than used, which is probably true.
AND that people who wait almost never regret, yet those who rush mostly regret.
I don't care if I'm cool or not, I think I want to wait.

Wimbs and Daydreams

I have an infinite number of these. My dream at the moment: to write. A book, a song...anything really. I always wonder if I will ever actually accomplish anything that will satisfy these daydreams.

Will I ever learn to love and accept myself even when I fail?....

Meaningless

This is my second blog, ever. It is not going to be something I start and never finish. It will be a project, that will help me unveil my thoughts to myself and others. My last blog has been forgotten and is unimportant. Yet this blog, will be wonderful...you can experience my journey full of wisdom, guidance and theories. Meaningful.


So here it begins.