I Wish I Had a Clever Title, but It's Nothing Special, Anyway

I've wanted to say so much, but haven't figured out exactly how to say them. Mixed emotions could definitely describe this year so far. Granted, it's only the first week of February, but that doesn't change anything. I've realized that this is the first time I'm completely content this year. Things aren't going great, but what do I care? Everything is in it's right place. That song makes so much more sense right now. I don't care that almost everyone in my life right now isn't going to be there for me when I need them, even though I try and stick around for when they need me. I don't care that I don't know what I want to do with my life. I don't care. I have sympathy for absolutely nothing right now. I look forward to nothing. I do have a few cravings, but they will be satisfied when the time is right. I've learned that all it takes is patience. Thankfully, I have patience. I also have time.
I'm glad I'm finally writing.
It's a great feeling, and I'm confused as to why I haven't in a while. January was a slump. Maybe the rest of this year will be great? Nothing's ever predictable with me. I don't think I mind much though. I've been thinking a lot lately. It's a nice feeling. It's relieving. I've been thinking about how much work I'm going to have to make-up after missing a week of school, damn flu. I've been thinking about my younger years. I've been thinking about music, and shows, and photography, and graphic design. I've been thinking about writing. I've been thinking, and I like it.
The younger years.
I'm not saying I'm old or anything, but a few years ago, I was totally different. I distinctly remember sitting in Coach Wombel's health class. He looked at all thirty or so of us and said, "You're going to change at least three more times before you're satisfied. Clothing. Music. Food. Interests. It's all going to change." I looked at him in disbelief with a confident 'yeah right' attitude. I wore black a lot. Not so much now. Maybe he was kinda right? I never wanted to believe anyone. Does that make me close-minded? Personally, I think I'm pretty open-minded right now. I still have my mind set on certain things, but that's the things that can be proven.
Content-ness.
As I write this, I hear shitty music and amazing music and in-between-the-two music. I want to write amazing music that people will love. I want to go to a show. I want to take pictures of live music. I want to take a picture that says two million words. I want to come up with one of the greatest metaphors that everyone can relate to. I'm completely fine with not accomplishing these things. I suppose I could turn them into goals of some sort.

I'm spending time on things lately.
Lately, I've been working on Zarkography, a lot.
During school, I've been drafting and redrafting parts of my new story in development.
I want to finish things.
Maybe I don't mind it too much. I guess this is all I had to say.