I’ve decided I’m going to concentrate on myself. What I want, what I need, what I feel. I need to figure out my own direction in life, my real interests, and what makes me happy. I need a sense of my own self-satisfaction. I need confidence in myself. I love music and I love books. There are no rules, only what I feel. I’m not going to freak out over boys, not worry every second about not having one, nor am I going to read in to everything they say or do. Others’ definitions do help to create me, but they do not define me. I am who I want to be. Everything is my own perception. I need to stop being so paranoid about everything. People notice me a lot less than I think, which also scares me because being the narcissist that I am, I love being noticed for the positive. I also need to realize that I can’t always get what I want. I’m definitely on another fucking path than the one the media and our culture portray. Who needs serious? It feels good to kiss, to touch, but that’s not love. I’ll just enjoy it for what it is.