September 13, 2010

I'm going to need to live a very long life.

I feel like I epitomize the phrase late bloomer.
I wish I had more time every step of the way.
Feeling a little rushed is good, and bad, but good.
Killing time and killing myself and killing my dreams.
Moving on.
Freaking out.
Staying calm, or just pretending.

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