September 19th, 1999

One more month, and I turn 22. I should be excited, but I am not. Sometimes I feel like life is passing me by and I am frantically trying to grab onto it. I should be happier. I have a boyfriend who loves me, a couple of part time jobs to keep me hanging and most importantly, I will be getting my bachelor degree next June, if not sooner. So, what do I have to 'bitch' about? I don't know. Don't you feel like that sometimes, though? You just don't know. You are there, but you still don't know what's going. Things just happen and at the end of the day, you realize another day has just gone by and you wonder if you did anything that day that worths while at all or did you just simply follow the same routine that you set yourself into and became oblivious to everything else?

I would be driving at seven o'clock in the morning, bitching and raving about some drivers who didn't look and almost ran into me, and then I realize that's not the person I usually am, so what's the heck happened? How did I become this crazy person who get frustrated at every turn I make because the person in front of me didn't do what was expected? I don't know.

Hey, here's a little personal info on me, if you like to find out why I am here. And, in case you feel a little adventurous, check out the few poems I wrote. I found a couple of quotes  that I can relate to. Maybe you can find meanings where I can't.