Easier said than done

I've finally acknowledged my mediocrity head on.

I could write you volumes about how I feel:

Each and everyday I find new ways to be disgusted by myself.

Rip a butterfly's wings off and see how long it lives.

Let's see if I can achieve at least one of my fantastic goals by the time I turn 20.

Everything I said I'd never do, I've done now.

Everything I set out to do, has yet to be done.

I've realized that I have a connotation for everything. To make myself comfortable I associate everything I see with memories- sights, feelings, smells, tastes.

People are too demanding; They're so wary of giving love that they refuse to even accept it nowadays.

I'm looking for a job or an internship and I've finally found a focus that I can agree with.

I'm actually the happiest I've ever been in a very long time, the fact that it's too good to be true is the only thing that has me so melancholy.

I just want to design layouts for magazines, write about music culture and be organized for the rest of my life.

I've learned to be laid-back enough to where I'm comfortable with the feeling.

I'm happy.

:D