Somewhere in between.

It's funny to me how I can read something I wrote when I was fifteen and think, well, you know, sometimes I still struggle with that.  Being comfortable with myself will probably be something that I always struggle with.
Sunday, May 17, 1998
"I'm looking back now
at how far I have come
from being that shallow,
identity-seeking, confused
girl
Those words barely cover it.
But they give an idea.
now I can't even imagine
myself as I was
even a year ago.
I never thought I had
changed
but I'm definitely not
the same.
Somehow I'm neither here (the person I should be)
or there, that little child I was
Now I'm just a soul
waiting to be inspired.

At this point in time, I try to see things as clearly as I can.  I've found I suffer from fearlovehatefrustration, especially from frustration.  I have seen I am not like most people.  As for my identity, I've decided I will not create a search party for it, for it will come to me.  Right now I'm absorbing, unlike the girl who was desperately observing."

This was from Halloween or some sort of hippie dress up day at school or something...but...yeah, you get the idea.