Another year has passed, but I still feel as young and uncertain as I did when I left high school. Have I grown at all?
Mistakes I’ve made before, they won’t ever leave me. Is that good? Is that bad?
It certainly feels bad.
At least I know some I won’t make ever again.
But it doesn’t make me feel very proud of who I am as a person, if in fact i have any pride at all.
What I’ve done before is who I am today, is it not?
But who I am today might be different from who I was before.
Then am I me because of what I have done, or who I am now?
I can’t say I like who I am.
I don’t have much to show for myself anyway. What have I accomplished?
If theres someone I like, would they even take a moment to glance at me?
I wouldn’t even think I’d cross their mind even while they were talking to me.
As insignificant as a block of ice in the winter.
There’s a time for love, and a time to simply pass it by.
I don’t think it’s my time.
In a long time.