glasswaterfalls

Sometimes I feel as if my history will forever define who I am. Am I condemned to be this person that people think they know? Do I have any say in the matter? Can we really chose who we are, or are we predetermined to be who we are? I used to think it was a choice, but now I'm not so sure. Once you decide to change your future, how do you demolish your past? Got any skeletons in that closet? Well, skeletons don't like closets, so what do you do? Your past follows you around like a ghost, inescapable. There is no escaping what you've done. Sometimes I think I can, but it haunts me forever no matter how hard I try. Maybe I don't WANT to be wh

While browsing through my gallery, I noticed that much of my work is cold, and kind of, well, boring. At least to me. I'm gonna make a decision right now: To revolutionize my artistic endeavors as I know them . Starting today, and continuing til, well, whenever I'm satisfied with it. Also, I am learning the guitar! Slowly but surely! I also want to learn html code better, well, at all. Metamorphosis Checklist Ballet Lessons-- In progress Learn the Guitar-- In Progress Learn HTML code Learn Piano Learn Sculpture-- In Progress Paint with Oils instead of Acrylic Figure out what the heck "Raw" is and why the pictures are so much better

The snow fell down With every flake, she could feel her heart sink lower Knowing that there was no absolution What her entire life had once been Was no more Yet as heartbroken as she was Knowing that all the people who mattered to her Cared nothing for her, She felt clean, fresh Like a page turned in a book No more were the days of feeling inadequate No more did she feel the need to "stand out" Finally, even though everyone was gone, She could finally concentrate On the important things in life There's a certain satisfaction that comes with self-reliance Never needing to impress anyone Never having to keep pleasant No holdi