i keep repeating to everyone that this year, this 2007, is the one, the only, the year where everything's going to change. i keep repeating it to everyone simply because i want them to confront me with that when i keep sliding into the old habits again. i want them to tell me "hey, wasn't this year supposed to be different? special?" and then i want to remember, i want to recall the feeling on the first of january, when i was on my way back from a strange and beautiful new year's party, walking home, alternating between laughing and crying, simply because this year held so much promise.
i turned 23 on monday. this was another day to remember as it marked... something. i don't really know what it is (or perhaps i do know, deep down, but won't tell the world just yet). it's a new beginning. all old deeds forgotten. a fresh start. again.
i'm pretty much in the middle of something again, of something i long believed to be out of. but it grabbed me again with all its might. it's capturing me again, like i never wanted it to happen again. it's again this phase where it's the first thing i think of in the morning (after groanin'-n-scratchin') and the last thing i think of before falling asleep. it got me again. and i hate hit for that.
but, this being 2007, the year of change (have i mentioned that?), things might be different. just this time it might work out. i know, i know, i've said that before, again and again, but what about now? 2007? 23?
no more wasted opportunities.
just a few days more.
charon

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