Questions, Questions, Questions...
I don't know what it is lately but it seems as though everything is becoming a question. Once upon a time i had all the answers to anything i needed,
favorite color? Purple.
Project due? next Week.
Best friends? tons :).
But now it seems as though every answer has another question.
Will i get a good average? Will you pass math?
Do you like him? Does he like you?
What will you do? What do you like to do?
it seems almost impossible to do anything without thinking of something else. like every thing i run into I'm hit with another wall. Hmmm... I'm slowly discovering that life is much more complicated than it seems. Or maybe im just losing my mind.... :S Oh the sweet joys of being a teenager.
You don't have to suffer to be a poet. Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone. ~John Ciardi, Simmons Review, Fall 1962