Beautiful inside my Mind

While trying to create some order in my room yesterday I came across my old journal once again. Flipping through the pages, I was amazed to discover an entry that said I wanted to be a fashion designer. This was when I was 11. I can't believe that this has been my dream for so long! I can't imagine how anyone can NOT have a dream. I've always been a dreamer, perhaps too much so for my own good. And I can't believe that I still sound the same in my writing as when I was 11. Sometimes introspective, sometimes shallow, sometimes bubbly, sometimes wistful, sometimes overenthusiastic, sometimes restrained. I guess I'm one of those people who hardly change.