Two years later, I find my blog. I didn't realize it was possible to change so much in just two years. The greatest change, I think, is that I'm not caught up in the moment as much. I'm able to see past NOW and look beyond. I no longer know what I want to do with my life. I'm also not as obsessed with SVU. I'm able to reflect on things more objectively. I'm also able to modify my behavior in certain ways to make myself more agreeable. To others, I seem more outgoing. Inside, I'm more withdrawn. I have no idea how this is possible, yet it is. My thoughts don't race around with possibilites anymore. Instead, I find myself contemplating and analyzing situations that I am not directly involved in. I am still happiest in my thoughts. That is one thing that has certianly not changed.

My biggest fear? Not finding my purpose in life. What should my career be? I feel as though my future rests on this one answer. In some ways, it does. Where I live will depend on my job. My income will depend on my job. The college I choose will depend on what I choose to major in. To me, this is a pressing issue, and time is ticking.

My new obsessions? Bones and Castle. You cannot go wrong with either of these two.

My social circle? Definitely has changed. I am no longer extremely close with my best friend. We hang in different circles of people. I find myself happier than I have been in a long time, but I also find myself more reserved than I have been in a long time. Hanging around someone you've known for 11 years and someone you've known for 1 year are two completely different things.

This was fun. Maybe I'll do it more often.

Just a few pictures that I like. : )

¿Escuchas? Do you listen? Listening. It's more than just hearing. It's a skill not all people harness, especially when it is something you really don't want to hear. Listening can be key, though. If you listen, you will hear new and interesting things that would have never crossed your mind, otherwise. If you listen, you are allowing someone else the opportunity to change your perspective.

It scares me, sometimes to look around and realize that sometimes, no one will listen to you. Sometimes, you're just a mute. Sometimes, your voice just isn't heard. Even if what you have to say actually makes sense and is important. Sometimes, people don't want to hear it.

I don't know, I guess it really infuriates me. The fact that I'm fifteen makes me feel like I have a tatoo on my forehead saying, "I'm an idiot. Don't pay attention to me." When, in fact, that contradicts my entire being. I'm not your average teenage stereotype, so don't treat me like I am.

I guess, however frustrating it is, people not listening to others could actually be a somewhat good thing, if for no other reason than it makes you appreciate it that much more when you find someone who will hear you out. Someone who will listen to your entire side of the story.