I am... III

So here's something else I found while going through old entries. First done on 11 Dec 2002, then again a year later, I thought 6 months on it would be time again (ok I'm bored, shut it). Moved on? Me? Ha!

I am not: who I want to be.
I hurt: when you kick me.
I love: squiZZ Mon BML Lo d Craig Val. Music sunshine Paris.
I hate: kids dogs feelings work expectations.
I fear: the future.
I hope: because hope is what keeps us going.
I regret: doing my MA.
I cry: rarely these days. (again!)
I care: about those I love. (too much?)
I always: wear glasses. (lol)
I feel alone: rarely.
I listen: to a lot of music.
I hide: behind my pseudo-self-analyses.
I drive: myself (and others) insane by blowing everything out of proportion.
I sing: badly.
I write: a load of crap.
I breathe: air.
I miss: Mon squiZZ my dad my horse. Better days?
I search: for answers. "the" answers?
I learn: nothing. I go around in circles.
I feel: differently every few hours or so.
I know: the past will catch you up as you run faster.
I say: "ja" far too much these days.
I crave: sunshine.
I succeed: not. Full stop.
I fail: to change.
I dream: utter rubbish.
I wonder: about humanity.
I want: to be content.
I worry: too much.
I wish: I were a different person.
I have: many material possessions and I am not happy. Yet I want more material possessions. *lol* One day they will make me happy!
I give: advice that I can't follow myself. But at least I'm not the only one.
I fight: less and less.
I wait: for other people to make the decisions for me.
I need: to get a fucking grip.