(Die)ry.

7/27/2015

I just feel like too much sometimes. I feel like I'm too opinionated, too loud, sometimes too quiet, too homely looking, too poor, too big, too alone, too everything. I feel like too much.

I wanna be less, but at the same time I wanna be more; for myself.

And yes, I'm about to say this again!

I want to change.

I think about this so much. I'm ready to be more and at the same time, less. I'm ready.

I wonder how many people think they wanna change?
I wonder how many people say they wanna change?
I wonder how many people try to change?
I wonder how many people actually change?

Each question is gonna have a number for an answer and each answer is going to be completely different.

It's weird to think about how many people have given up the opportunity to change. Its weird to think that those answers could be the same, but they aren't. It's weird to think about.

I mean to actually sit and ponder on the thought that so many things could be different if people would have went through with change; it's so weird. This whole world could be so damn different. It could be better.

It's not.

But it could be.