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This is my journey of finding out what life means for me and what I want to make of it. This is my journey of finding out who I was, who I am, and who I want to be. This is a collection of the neverending thoughts that plague my head. If you really want to know what I think of you, then you've come to the right place. Here, I won't hold back and you can't say I didn't warn you. There is a definite possibility that I may something that will hurt you. Your choice if you want to read on.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Limited.

I'm so glad I am almost done with my English project. I am very satified with myself because I finished the other half of my English project in less than a week. I think this year's project was much easier, but then again, I had help from sparknotes.

I'm not looking forward to the start of school, especially not the first day, as I am sure that I'm going to be at the counsoling office, having my schedule changed. I'm still pissed off about that.

I've realized something about this diary... despite the fact that I say I'm going to open up here, it's just not happening. I guess it's because I don't want to open up to people. I don't want to be vulnerable to people. I used to want to have people feel sorry for me. It's sad, but I used to be an attention whore... I liked it when people paid attention to me. Anyway, I don't like it anymore though. I don't like to open up to everyone like Zuri has in her diary. Sadly enough, I still go through similar things that she goes through weekly, but I do not like talking about it. I have dealt with it in the past, on my own, with friends, in diaries, all kinds of ways. I feel like I've turned out just fine, and I no longer want to have people feel sorry for me. Sometimes I can still be an attention whore, but I don't like people feeling sorry for me now. There's nothing to feel sorry for, at least, that's what I think.

Anyway, despite my efforts to open up here, I just don't think that I can. I have a really hard time expressing the things that happen to me. Oh, if you really knew who I was, you'd be shocked. I think the beauty of it is that, everyone can decide how much they share of themselves. How much you give to other people, defines a different portryal of each person to that of the beholder. Since I don't let you see all the parts of me, you can only see me through that much, which would be a totally different opinion, had you know all the parts of me.

I'm sure I'll continue with this diary nonetheless for now. I don't want to bring up the fact that I might stop writing in here because I can't really open up... I'll just take it one step at a time, and see where it brings me. For now, I'll keep this diary, but the view is still limited.

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