Before I throw it out IV

June 8, 2010

Nostalgia moves me to journalize the last few days of grade 11. Sometimes I become fearful of my every movement simply based on the belief that what I do and what happens to me now will shape me in the future. It's true, you know; we are molded by our environment and we mold our environment. But I need to learn to live without this fear; whoever I become, it is still me. A daily assurance.

We all experience episodes of insecurity now and then, but I must rise.

There is nothing to be accomplished with disapproval or regret except absolute bitterness and hopelessness.