But what is magic? Is it music? Is it craziness that we call life? What are we supposed to be doing?
What if...we acted like everything was easy? The grades, the guys, the photos, the outfits, the talents, and the living. Came across as if we were never troubled not even flustered? Would that be "Magic"?
What I'm trying to get at is I have no idea what I'm doing. I wish all those things were easy, but none of them are, at least not all the time, and never all at once. I was doing a little wishing today. Wishing that a certain someone would text me, but more importantly wishing I didn't care. Psh...a little secret? I cared.
I wish I could enjoy fashion and photos and not seem to be copying the lifestyles of my friends...but there's not original thought anyway so why should it matter? What if I tried the art I wanted, the styles I wanted, the risks I wanted...What if?
Tonight, I'm going to say that tomorrow I'm taking a risk with my outfit. A small step, but I'll make sure I post a photo. ; )
