The future. Something that can never really be attained; as we can only live in the present.
Yet why does it preoccupy me so much? Why is it that this intangible thing seems to decide to come out and haunt me in the early hours of the night?
The problem with the future, from my point of view, is the uncertainty of it all. That no matter how well you plan your escape into the adult world, you have to let the world move forward as it sees fit. That is what bothers me the most. Because, being who I am, I already have a very detailed idea of what I WANT my future to be. I just wish we could get the future without having to give up things. Or having to face all the uknown...
SIGH...
xoxoxo,
Loulou
Apparently I'm doing this again...
