Tuesday, March 11, 2008

If i was silent. I'd hear myself saying, "stop worrying"

Too bad im too cluttered with worries-one of my worst kept secret hobby.

I know i worry alot but i can't seem to help it. After yesterday i realized how much i wanted to live.

In some ways I miss being a child even if i am still one to my parents.
I want to be a real child again that one that knows nothing, the one that knows no worry, the one that knows no work but knows all play.

I am turning 18 soon. Im becoming a young adult. As much as i want to embrace it im really afraid of new responsibilities.