Senior Year

Now I scribble in my marble-speckled notebook. It's easier than online. For the first time in since 2002 I am loathing using the internet. How mature? Or just pretentious.

I see other people's creativity and think, "God, they're deep. They are powerful and intelligent and witty and the kind of person I want to be." I need to just accept me. I am not that deep, at least not to the point that would ever be inspiring to others.

Goal: Inspire one person.
Goal 2: Apply to college. Getting in is a whole different story.

In the meantime, I need to monitor my alcohol consumption. That is not a healthy form of escape.