What am I doing again?

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

Dear ****,

The walls of uncertainty came tumbling down.

Your idea of me is fabricated with materials you have borrowed from other people and from yourself. What you think of me depends on what you think of yourself. Perhaps you create your idea of me out of material you would like to eliminate from your own idea of yourself. Perhaps your idea of me is a reflection of what other people think of you. Perhaps what you think of me is simply what you think that I think of you.

I'm at the crossroads waiting for a sign

RULE OF COLLEGE:

Don't say hi to a nice looking boy while going up the stairs, especially if you're already pretty clumsy. You can guess what happened...

Because tonight's the night the world begins again.

Even though I don't like you, at least you stand by your convictions.

Are we really getting dumber or do we just suck at hiding it more?

What is college for again? Oh right, there isn't a legitimate answer to that question besides to get a job. Guess who's frustrated...

"Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak."

First.

So, there's this girl I know who has a blog, and it seems pretty cool. So, I thought I would try it out. Don't judge me...