I'm trying to figure out how I've changed. I'm reading over old blog entries, hoping hindsight is indeed 20/20, but perhaps I'm not quite there yet. Despite poor vocabulary and the awkwardness that is adolescence, the issues I articulate persist.
I need some conviction, I need some action. Worst yet, I haven't had either of these in years.
This poetry assignment is turning me upside down. Trying to recall my childhood and put it to words. It's not that I have some terrible childhood I don't like to remember, it's that I honestly thought I had a pristine childhood I wanted to remember.
There is nothing I would like more than to have the posts from my old blog right now, the one from late middle school and early high school. Maybe that would prove I haven't been a awkward depressed existentialist for my entire life.
-Dann
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