I am eighteen.
In speaking to anyone older than eighteen, it seems like they always say "Oh to be eighteen again" or, "I remember being eighteen, I was so beautiful, I could get away with anything."
And I think- not me so much.
Lately, I feel awkward and lumpy. I feel stuck and unwanted. I feel like I'm wandering from place to place unaware of my surroundings.
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But then there are things that make me happier than I could have ever imagined.
Van Morrison's acoustic music.
A friendship with beautiful ladies like Aria, Meredith, and Val.
Cake and soy vanilla ice cream.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Life at its peak...
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oh, princess emily, i do not wish to be 18 again. oh, there were lovely, blissful, overwhelmingly sweet moments, but these were balanced by moments of pain and confusion i would not have again. i miss the intensity of emotion, but then again, i don't. my continual desire to recapture it makes me miss out on the blessings of being where i am, 28 and still learning to be myself...
and i still feel awkward and lumpy, but it's not all the time now, and once in a while, i feel like a *gasp* grownup.
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