Lizzy Lunacy

I speak with the voice of reason in war between two people. I feel that when you're having a good week you should store up as many details as possible, because when a bad week rolls around, you'll be thankful you have a beautiful memory to look back on. I believe that a stomach ache for the right reasons is one of the most amazing feelings to experience. Here is one simple truth. There is something safe about a messy room. Something about knowing that only you can look around the room and see the story behind every article of clothing, or remember when and where you got every little knick-knack hidden in the jumble recognizable only to you as your floor. A warm cup of tea can cure anything from heartache to stomach pains. I walk around with a Dora the Explorer backpack because I miss the days when we picked a backpack for what cartoon character was on it as opposed to now where we pick a backpack for how much stuff we can cram into it. I often look back to third grade and wish I could just go back. At heart I still feel like I'm an eight year old. The pressures of college are unfair on the already strained brains of those of us who still aren't quite positive of what will become of our future. Will we be famous, or a bum? Will we be successful or will we manage? The days go by oh so slow and all i can find myself doing is listening to the lyrics of every song carefully, searching for that one that will cause the world to make sense suddenly and change my life. One can only hope, right?However, I've come to this simple fact. I have lack a passion for anything. I love bits of everything, but I cannot bring myself to commit to one love. I love photography, I research, see compositionally and still I find my passion to be slipping away. The saddest day of my life was when I discovered that I no longer was in love with such a beautiful art. The only thing that keeps me going is when I see my finished work and I see how beautiful and flawless the world seems to be. Sometimes I feel as though people wouldn't see half of the things in my photos if my photos didn't make those ordinary, everyday items look unique and special.Here's where I stand on relationships... They suck. I did the whole relationship scene. The guys were as sweet as can be to me, but at the moment I'm not cut out for one. I have a dreadful fear of commitment. However I know when I'm running away and when it's just not meant to be. So I have come to the conclusion that I must experiment with my options. Eventually I'll try the relationship thing again for the right person.Welcome to the days when your life is judged by how well you can take pictures of yourself.
Let no one see your bare eyes,
let no one see you in a pair of sweats,
let no one see your natural hair color;
just by being yourself, you can be wrong.I'm not sure people are really worth my time anymore.If you say the word "kazoo" at any point in time, I'll know you took the time to read this.