-I wrote something here originally, but then I decided that it wasn't worth keeping.- Once again I unknowingly pull myself away from this damn thing. I guess after a while you just get tired of writing about the same thing. Haha, lay low for a while, come back and complain some more and whose the wiser? So second semester of college has creeped up on me. I have decided to stay at Columbia due to the fact that I have grown accustomed to it. That's probably totally spelled wrong...haha.... I have been in an up and down mood lately. Then again, who hasn't? It's getting harder and harder to write in general. There is so much I really want to say. So many people I want to tear down. So many people I want to talk to. One person I really want to see more than I do. I'm just young I guess, just like most of the people I know. Young but- I believe my mind is older. Acceptance. Can you define it? I sure as hell can't. I think it breaks down into race, sexual orientation, behavior and a book cover. If someone were a different race, being accepted can be extremely difficult. Even in you're own family your rejected because of the color of your skin. Sexual orientation is a huge aspect. Be it Bi-sexual or just flat out gay, society frowns upon you. Very few people I have met are able to completely accept the fact that everyone is different, and people like different things. They act as if it affects thier lives. I know this because I see it in my own family. Against the school I go to, Against the friends I have and have made. Behavior is a minor aspect. Someone misbehaves, shapes up. People still have suspicion about them. A book cover. People judge people by thier first glance. By the way they dress The way they act on first sight. Pathetic. I can't keep acting so strong. Like you, I'm weak once in a while. There is only so much a person can take in thier everyday lives till they break down. But once again, just like a record player, I say I have to be. At this point it has become more of a personal goal more than anything. There are times where I sit in my bed and just let my mind wander. Most of the time it is about nothing in particular. Just thinking about random people, random plans, etc. I feel as though college hasn't changed me as much as I thought. Of course there are those little aspects of me which have changed, but of course I am only throwing that in here because someone is going to read it and tell me I'm a liar. There is a lot I want to write about. I have a lot to say. Yet nothing comes to mind when I need it to. Haha. Funny because from what I can see, I wrote a damn novel. I have a job.
I have my school work together.
I constantly take care of the place.
I have a talent when it comes to pen and paper.
I am trying to be everything everyone wants.
Can you be proud of me?
haha. Then again. Who cares if you are.
I apologize if this doesn't suit anyones fancy of my xanga's. Possibly expecting a piece about them, and guessing if it really is them because god knows how vague I am in this. In conclusion, I leave you with this. 
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