Lovers' carvings.

This doesn't even sound like me any more. So much is changing around me, I can't help but do the same, I can't keep up.

I've come so far from what I was. I'm not grown up yet but I'm growing. I don't want to grow old, bring me all the toys you can find.

"So, I am forgetting everything from now on. The past is exactly that, it's past, no longer important to me. Guess what I'm looking forward to? The future. What's to come? Phone numbers, rain and sun, holidays, new friends. I love meeting new people, it's something that comes all inclusive with that "future" package I received. I chucked my Past in the bin, it was getting old." o6-o3-o9

I know exactly who I want to be now. I want to be the girl in front of the art easel, with long, flowing blonde hair. She's wearing a faded blue shirt that's three sizes too big for her. She's got legs up to her shoulders. She doesn't need make up.

But I can only be me. Being me is much easier that being anyone else. Not half as exciting, but less effort.

Nothing I write is ever good enough.