Friday, April 2, 2010

My problem is that I've become the girl I used to hate.

Total 180.

I feel like nothing is real anymore. I've lost all of my passion, my drive. Lost my artistic talent. I'm never inspired anymore. I'm scared to start anything, scared that I won't care enough about something that used to define me.

I drift through life, uncaring, indifferent, not doing anything real. What mark have I left?

I'm going to regret wasting these years.