Saturday.

I'm sitting by myself in a coffee shop on the Upper West Side, just thinking about life and the future and everything. I'm so ready for this year to be different than the last, but I'm not entirely sure how. But I've spent the past year surviving, and now I want to live. I want to stop making excuses and putting things off because something better might come along and then it would be too difficult to switch paths. I can't be afraid of making decisions, putting down some roots. But really, this shit is scary! I have no idea what I'll end up doing, who I'll know and where I will be. But I do finally know, with my heart and soul, I will always be me. Even when others can't see it, or don't want to, I will just be me. Simply, complexly, wonderfully, obnoxiously fabulously and tragically. Me.