[30] Afraid of Change
So. Phantom of the Opera is officially the saddest movie I've ever seen. Ugh, I love it.
You know what's really strange? For the past month or so I've been acting totally unlike myself. And when I say myself, I mean moody, quiet, out of the picture. Now I'm talkative and bubbly for some reason. I don't know why, either! I'm barely ever like this. I'm not as shy as I used to be, and I have no idea how it happened. And I really want to, just so I can know what triggered it. Did anything trigger it? Or am I just... changing? It's confusing the hell out of me, I'll tell you that much.
Sometimes I think that one day I'm going to run out of things to say. And it scares me, because I hate not being able to talk about anything. Exactly how many topics out there can be discussed? Is there a limit to what you can talk about? Is asking yourself, "I wonder what lemmings do in their spare time?" going a little too far? You never really know these things. And I'd like to know them, I do. Personally, I don't think there should be a limit. That may be just me. Who knows?
I always think it's so sad when you have to leave a class that you loved and hated so much. What I mean is, you hated the class, but you loved your teacher and the people in it. I know I'm going to be really sad when I have to leave P.E. Because although I hate P.E. with an undying passion, a lot of my friends are in that class and we always find a way to enjoy ourselves. I'm afraid that when next semester comes around, that P.E. group of mine while kind of drift apart. Is that lame? It might be, but frankly, I don't care. It's happened before, you know.
And I hated it.
before // after