Perhaps I'll make something of my "journal".
Tonight's a weird night. Tonight is one of those nights I ponder my existence - not in a harsh or pointless way - but I'm pondering, just, why? Not in the usual fashion of, "just HOW did us humans get here on planet earth?" But more along the lines of, "of all people, faces and identities to be born in, why am I saddled with who I am?" Now, don't get me wrong - I absolutely love who I am and wouldn't change my life for anything. But I just wonder, am I destined to be another identity at some point in life? And that my friends, is how I've came up with the same idea over and over for many, many, MANY years.
One day, I'm going to become a super hero.
I don't even care how it happens. I don't care if my super power sucks. Or if I have any super power at all. I don't care if I'm bit by a spider, or a talking cat tells me I have to find a protect a princess from 1,000 years ago, I don't care if I have no powers at all and I'm just "good-deeds-girl!" Who reminds kids to brush their teeth and tie their shoes.
One day, I will be a super hero. Even if I have no costume and no secret identity. One day, I'll be remembered - even if it's just by one person - as someone who changed the world.
Now, that's past-midnight MLiz talking. I suppose I'll get down to actual business.
In my life, since I last updated my journal, I'm 19 years of age. I've had DA since I was 12. I've been drawing since I was 5. I've been obsessed with super heroes and art since I was also 5. I've been going to Walt Disney World every year since ....I was at least 7. What's happened in the past year?
I've grown to love summer. It is my absolute favorite season. The heat makes me feel nostalgia. Every moment, weather I'm out having fun or just cooped up in my room, is memorable. It's my happiest season..
Last summer, my life was hanged