I got a postcard from my former self asking "How have you been?"

Day 52 - A picture when you were a different person than you are now.

Every picture I have I’m a different person. I think that I’m not the same person I was in highschool, or last year, last month or even yesterday. I’m constantly analyzing myself, my life, and my thoughts, and my life philosophies are always changing, even if they’re just small changes. I’m most certainly not as naive and innocent as I was four years ago in grade 12. I am still the same person and I still hold many of the same beliefs I have most of my life, but they’re always evolving and growing. I can even notice changes in my writing, my songs from grade ten or so completely different then stuff I write now. And stuff I write now is different from what I wrote last year. I know myself too well, and maybe I’m a little crazy lol, but I also know I don’t really know exactly what I want and that also seems to change.

But right now I’m a person who is officially half way through her last year of university! Four more fucking months!!

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BRIGHT EYES has a new album coming out in February! And they're actually coming to Toronto March 13th! AHHHHHHHH I'M SO EXCITED! I thought I'd never get to see Conor Oberst live! So I think me and my bff are going to go see them. This is my favourite song by Bright Eyes, called Lime Tree, and it's probably one of my top five favourite songs ever. The lyrics are brilliant and honest and I am in love with this song. I know all the words off by heart.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7oQbAX2Row&feature=related

I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes
Since the operation I heard you're breathing just for one
Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love
You left another message said it's done,
It's done

When I hear beautiful music it's always from another time
Old friends I never visit, I remember what they're like
Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies
Waiting to be asked to come inside
Just come inside

But I keep going out
I can't sleep next to a stranger when I'm coming down
It's 8 a.m. my heart is beating too loud
Too loud
Don't be so amazing or I'll miss you too much
I felt something that I had never touched

Everything gets smaller now the further that I go
Towards the mouth and the reunion of the Known and the Unknown
Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home
You can move mountains with your misery if you don't
If you don't

It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two
Under the leaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit
Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth
There will never be a time more opportune

So I just won't be late
The window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave
And all the color drains out of the frame
So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good
I took off my shoes and walked into the woods
I felt lost and found with every step I took

+ Lorelie