beginnings are usually scary, and endings are usually sad, but it’s everything in between that makes it all worth living.
beginnings are not scary.
i LOVE beginnings. show me a beginning and i see a fresh new thing that i have not yet messed up or gotten bored with and soon will. but the challenge of seeing how much i can do with it before i mess it up makes me happy.
a room full of strangers(and i mean people who i don’t know AND don’t know each other; if everyone already knows each other i will not go in that room. i need to be needed) is my favorite thing. i’ll jump right in and everyone will love each other, or at least me, within an hour.
endings are sad. the in-between usually bores me more than anything.
just give me all the beginnings.
it’s never too late to be what you might have been.
this is absolute BS in every way.
of course it’s too late. people form their opinion about you, don’t want you, make their own friends and forget you, and would think you were crazy as all get out if you suddenly came up and tried to be yourself to them.
it’s not the end of the world; you just learn to keep yourself company and wait for summer. you accept that it’s too late and since you don’t die, it’s okay.
i thought there were more of these…but i’m not as argumentative as i thought. =]