I will be okay

What is my purpose? My talents are so hidden that I can't even find them. I know my mother would say I have a secret, magic something inside of me. But I'm sure that it would just be another piece of me that I've stolen from someone else. I feel like a crappy knock-off of all the people I admire. Which is okay because I want to emulate them, but I eventually end up having no idea who I am or what I really want. I just have all these half-way talents. They are skills that are only impressive to complete morons who, like me, have no talent. Unluckily, I have surrounded myself almost exclusively with truly amazing and impressive people. I love my friends. And I love that they know what they want... Most of the time. Until I am forced to remember life goes on after college, and I need to grow up. Then the panic sets in. It will be okay. It will be okay. It will be okay. Put on a smile and the moment will pass. I am a positive person. That is my talent. I think it will get me far. My kindness and sincerity will be my purpose. Is that allowed? I hope so. That's all I've got so far.

The rain, the rain

Today was exquisite. It all started when I looked in my closet and saw that everything I own is now in a dirty, rancid pile on the floor. So I had to get a little creative. Luckily I'd been practicing. After dolling myself up for far to long considering I was headed to a 3D studio for class, I walked the two blocks in the rain feeling dark and depressing. Which put me in an absolutely fantastic mood. Class lasted all of 6 minutes before I was told to go and find the supplies I needed. I left to find instead my fellow red haired friend and the pearls my outfit desperately needed. 8 dollars poorer never felt so good.