I was 19.

Today I turn 19. I feel like I’m turning 85. It’s funny how you look back to last year’s birthday and everything has changed. You feel completely different now than you did then, you were concerned with other things and other people. Your perspective has pulled an 180.
This time last year I was in love with life, things were great. Uncertain, but great. Things now are, great, if I could focus on the positives, and still uncertain. In so many different ways. But now I’m trying to relearn how to love myself, and to love my life as well.

19 is such an odd number isn’t it?

I’m so enthusiastic for the future, but the older I get, the faster time flies, and then I realize that I’m running out of time. I’ll be dead before I know it.

Not very pleasant to think about is it?

Well, off to get some homework done.
Tim has something up his sleeve, I just know it. He got me a “cardboard box”. ; )



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