The things we do just to keep ourselves alive...

Even though I have a good idea of where I want to go in life, the person I want to be, I have absolutely no idea who I am at this very moment. I know things about me and I know what I've experienced and I know what I want to accomplish, but who am I? This is my attempt to answer that question.

My name is Megan. I am only sixteen years but I am an old soul. And old soul is defined as a person who is wise beyond their years; someone with an understanding of the world they're living in and with emotional stability. I am incredibly restless and I have this constant itching to see the world beyond this coccoon of a town. This unrelenting wanderlust is going to consume me sooner or later, if I can not get out. I'm often very serious, and somewhat somber, but I cover it up with chatter and smiles and sad attempts at normalcy. I'm constantly finding inspiration in the little things people do, and the seemingly inconsequential things they say to me. I prefer showering at night so I can wake up feeling clean and already refreshed. I'm always more alert when I wake up with an alarm. I like to sleep because when I'm sleeping, I can't feel the constant ache behind my eyes. Autumn and Spring are my favorite seasons because they are the prettiest and have the nicest weather. I dabble in the arts when I find it fitting; I have brief affairs with jewelry-making, painting, charcoal sketching, and photography. The two places I feel most at home are places I only see once a year. I am so excited to be finished with high school and to move on to college. I like music of most varieties and I like to write acoustic music. I'm too tall and I own too many v-necks. I steal my brother's old clothes sometimes and I cut up a lot of my old shirts, just because I feel like it. I look for the good in every person I meet, even if I don't like you very much. If I don't like you, you'll probably know. I am someone people may or may not remember. I am someone completely unsure of the someone they are.

There are too many little things that make up the person I am. My aspirations for the future and my memories from the past are the things that shape the person I am, and am in the process of becoming. I'm not really sure that there's any way to calculate who you truly are, who you will be, who you were. You can't ever know. You can only be, and accept that you'll probably be a different person tomorrow than you are right now. Everything is always on the verge of changing.