Current mood:	gloomy
Current music:	Poltergeist - Shiina Ringo

where has the girl who wanted to become a writer gone? you know, the one who wanted to make it on her own and stand on her own two feet? the one who naively believed that she'd be able to live her own life on her terms? i vaguely remember her.
she was full of chaos within. it was churning rapidly constantly giving new ideas that didn't amount to much. she believed that she'd never have to conform to make it. she used to paint and write and inspire others though she didn't inspire herself much if at all. she wrote poetry. read it too. she read philosophy and enjoyed learning about it. she played chess frequently though she didn't win much.
did she mature?
become too jaded?
loose her way?