I love this meme
I am:
Incomplete, though once part of a beautiful whole. Preposterous. Sure of what I want out of life, but not likely to receive it. Unaware of the intentions of others. Composed of lost dreams and aspirations, so though still containing these goals and wants, I am lacking in the will or motivation to achieve them. Much older than I was a year ago. In transit between compassion and indifference. Depressed 90% of the time. A danger to myself when left alone. Devoid of the morals I once possessed. Quite ready for graduation. Filled with dormant passion which was so alive only a month ago. Plagued by the past and memories too stubborn to release. Never going to get over him...
Hopeful, regardless of the stupidity and naïveté that defines hopefulness. Obsessive, cantankerous, and obstinate about nearly everything. Defiant of authority and its axioms. Constantly curious. Quiet, but only at times. Adaptive and conforming when the situation calls for it. Seventeen years of age. Lonesome and reluctant to be so. Incredibly tired. Seven separate personalities wrapped up into one personage. Fervently in love with one man. Alive in the wrong generation. A stargazer and a stranger. Guilty, guilty, guilty. Responsible -- through and through -- for all of these feelings.
I die three years from today on Route 711.
Incomplete, though once part of a beautiful whole. Preposterous. Sure of what I want out of life, but not likely to receive it. Unaware of the intentions of others. Composed of lost dreams and aspirations, so though still containing these goals and wants, I am lacking in the will or motivation to achieve them. Much older than I was a year ago. In transit between compassion and indifference. Depressed 90% of the time. A danger to myself when left alone. Devoid of the morals I once possessed. Quite ready for graduation. Filled with dormant passion which was so alive only a month ago. Plagued by the past and memories too stubborn to release. Never going to get over him...
Hopeful, regardless of the stupidity and naïveté that defines hopefulness. Obsessive, cantankerous, and obstinate about nearly everything. Defiant of authority and its axioms. Constantly curious. Quiet, but only at times. Adaptive and conforming when the situation calls for it. Seventeen years of age. Lonesome and reluctant to be so. Incredibly tired. Seven separate personalities wrapped up into one personage. Fervently in love with one man. Alive in the wrong generation. A stargazer and a stranger. Guilty, guilty, guilty. Responsible -- through and through -- for all of these feelings.
I die three years from today on Route 711.