When do you decide to let go of the past? Is it a conscious decision, or something that just happens gradually over time? Why is it that even when we want to move on we cling desperately to the last traces of who we were?
Most day I'm glad high school is over. There was to much drama involved in the whole process. Simple decisions felt as though they were a matter of life or death. As much as it drove me crazy I kind of miss it. There is something nice about a sense of urgency. A sense that I feel like I've lost.
I have a hard time feeling the slightest bit motivated to get out of my rut. There is no major struggling, just a gentle coasting.
I wish I knew how to shake things up.
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