12:35 am *another melancholy day*

I have come to realize that perhaps I am this melodramatic girl. (as if 19 years can warrant any real understand of the way in which the world works.) I would like to believe that yes it does. And yes I know things. I am only fooling myself; how can I understand things outside of myself when I don't understand myself at all. I hardly know what I want...what I like. And I surely do not know what God is telling me right now. Except perhaps, Jenni! Get some sleep. Or relax...it will work out. You don't need to try and do everything.
Last night I went to Andrew's. We talked about my silly perturbation, perhaps idealistic embellishment of who you are. Slowly letting my mind morph you into who I want you to be (for my sake.) And that, sir, is no good. Getting back to my point, I was at Andrew's and his roommate allowed me a chance to hear him sing. (fantastically great!) I wish desperately that I could write like that...or write something with a semblance of meaning and "worth" However I did come up with this unfinished thing...

She said we've compromised ourselves too much
for these crazy dreams of yours.
She said we've lost too much
to these passing years.
and I don't know who I am
without you anymore.
And I don't want to know
if you cant stop my tears
Anymore.

I am her.