One of these things first.

I guess when it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened. I haven't always been tiresome and over analytical. Sometimes I think to myself, "who the fuck are you?" well I - I'm the most terrific liar you've ever seen in your life. As of the last two years, I've turned into this ticking clock, counting down the seconds to when I think my life should begin. OK, granted I'm not in the most formidable city, flanked with terrific people, but I think I need to do this for myself. I need to stop being so goddamn asinine and reserved. I used to be bold and confident, free spirited and ready to go. But as of late, I feel completely diminished. I'm constantly over thinking things just to be absolutely right. And who the bloody hell wants to be right all the time? By sitting here, talking about affecting the world and loving everyone and everything, I'm not satisfying myself. In fact I feel completely stupid. So, you know what? I'm coming out of this cloistered shell I've built for myself. I'm going to love them until their ears fall of and their toes curl. I'm determined to live and experience everything I've ever written in these entries.