who am i, who should i be...what exactly dose this life have instored for me. who are my friends All my questions have yet to be answerd. My friends are like seasons some go with the ever changing weather, and some stay in my heart and mind forever, like the feeling of the crisp sun or warm breeze on my skin. am i really incapable of loving someone im with, do i not have the heart to love or feel love...but i guess love dosnt have a happy ending, because love never ends, letting go is another way of saying i love you. i cannot change the past but i feel as if im ruining the present by worring about the future. life relys solvely on timing the unavaible becomes avaiable, the unreachable becomes reachable..do i have the patience to wait it out. on earth our time is limited..so ive learned its better to live your own life than to live someone elses. is there really a reason for time. or is it ment so not everything happens at once...even though some how i want everything right here right now. Can time really change things or dose it take you yourself to change things..but when faced with challange are we challanged to change ourselfs..Just like a seed that grows into a flower, is it only a sign that growth is the evidence of life.. i am not happy with the person i am..no! but to wish i were someone else would be a waste of who i am. even though i feel as if something in my life is missing that i should open my eyes and see what everyone else is missing. i also can say that i dont love myself 100% of the time, and somedays when i look in the mirror i hate myself. but i realize i have to love myself because if i dont know how i will expect anyone else to love me for who i am...Photography is a way of making me feel things..because what ive caught on film is what i have captured forever, and it will always rember things after ive long forgoten them. it takes only a second out of time but yet a memory for the world forever..am i afraid of dieing....yes! because its so enviatable, it happens all around us everyday, and everyday each of us is a day closer to dieing. i truley beilve when a person starts dieing when them themselvfes stop dreaming...