Would you want me when I'm not myself?

Life is a beautiful culmination of self-realizations, lost loves, skinned knees, sunny days, first everythings, dirt under your fingernails,snapshots of moments worth savoring.

Time is a brilliant culmination of hopeful tomorrows, yesterdays you'd rather not talk about, ancient manuscripts, countdowns to mile marker birthdays, pre-heated ovens, history books, lunar eclipses, carbon dating, day-of-the-week underwear, and relativity.

This week has been one of ups and downs. I find it hard to believe that it's Wednesday, because it feels like I've had a month's worth of emotions packed into a few days. I'm on the verge of change-- huge exhilirating change. Things stop being handed to you at age 20, and I'm ready to live up to expectations and stop being defeated. I REFUSE to act like I like people that I can't stand to be around. There's no reason to be fake anymore, those who were true to me are still by my side. Those that are conniving are not my friends. I suppose everyone has changed so much recently, but I am in extreme disbelief of the morphing that has gone on. I swear it's like a virus. I don't know who half of the people in my life are anymore and quite frankly, I'm going to stop caring. I cannot continue to concern myself with dramatic situations that I'll look back on in 5 years and wonder why I worried about.