strange

how fast someone can change given the right circumstances.

it bothers mewhen people don't know who i am, but that, i think, is a little hypocrytical. because i never even know who i am. as soon as i think i've got it figured out and stop thinking about it, something happens to challenge me and all-of-a-sudden i am once again confused. so if i have no idea who i am, how can i expect anyone else to know? i can't. so i will stop. and that means that i will have to stop caring about the fact that people don't know ho i really am. shouldn't be hard, should it? but it is.

also strange, i never regret anything about my life, but i do regret that i write about it. i am always a little ashamed when i read what i've written. because half of the time it no longer represents the way i think. but what's wrong with that? i am simply chronicling where i've been, not where i am currently am.

so where am i currently? ...when i care enough to figure it out, i might update.