I only feel alive at night. In the maddening search for infinity, there are a million directions to follow. Whether or not these paths are logical is perfectly personal, but I find myself drawn towards the ones that drag me from everything that I've loved for so long.
Sure, I'm happy with where things are for the most part, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to try to change things for the better or even for the worse. There's no point to sitting around and doing nothing about something that you're happy with just because it could be ruined. Heck, I've pretty much assumed that everything has been ruined from the start.
I'm really scared to move on. Especially from this. Everything has gone extremely well for the most part and I've only just become comfortable in my own skin. Things are moving quickly and I don't like it. One minute I'm a cute little sophomore doing absolutely nothing, and the next I've a job, a neato debit card, I'm going to college, volunteering EVERYWHERE, and I'm so annoyed with the lack of maturity in my own small group of friends, that I'm considering kidney punching them. I'm bothered that maybe I'm growing up too quickly. I've never quite enjoyed childhood, but that's not any reason to waste it.
I'm rambling, I'm sure. That's what happens when I can't sleep.