~willownightfox

So I've reached another point in my life where I am again contemplating myself, my life, and those around me.

I dunno, I just feel so weird all the time. I wish I could be the same person for five effing minutes. One minute I've got everything figured out, everything seems so swell, and then the next, well... I dunno. It's just rotten.

*Sigh*

I do seem to have my life partly on track. I'm pretty well set for college (more than I ever thought I'd be) and my grades are looking great. I should be ok education wise.

Friendships wise, everything's a little haywire. I'm not sure what's going on anymore. And work just plain sucks, even more than it ever has. I really need a friggin car.

On a happier note, *maybe*, I'm going to prom I suppose with the one and only Prince-Eddie-B-Fix-a-dik. I really do loooove that kid, and hopefully this whole prom thing turns out alright, if so, I'll post pictures, if not, well...I'll still post pictures. Probably on my myspace.
I'm not sure why I'm ranting on my deviantart anyways.

I've been uploading a lot of poems recently which makes me happy. I feel more connected with my writing. Not myself, not my spirituality, but my writing is flowing alright. I suppose that's what's generating all these odd and quirky emotions bubbling in my brain. I write and then it stimulates more of my emotions. I dunno.

All I know is, I'm still alive, I'm still breathing, and I have a semi-concrete plan for the rest of my life.

Things should be fine, right?



Right?