3 Days..
wow.
In three days, I am considered a full grown-up.21. or, in Canada anyways.
Regardless, i'm still a proud owner of the "young-adult" label.
how many years until your not a "young adult"? how many years do i have left for that?
wow.
In three days, I am considered a full grown-up.21. or, in Canada anyways.
Regardless, i'm still a proud owner of the "young-adult" label.
how many years until your not a "young adult"? how many years do i have left for that?
I'm growing tired of people expecting more and more from me, because it just puts pressure on me to want to change who I really am.
I realize lately that i'm a pessimist. Every conversation i'm included in either includes some kind of apocalypse or depression or how much my friends hate their jobs.
DON'T TALK ABOUT YOUR JOBS, IT IS DEPRESSING. Unless you like it, then go ahead.
I'm tired of hearing "waah waah waah" yet i've turned into that somewhat.
Thats why i've distanced myself from those friends. i'm sick of drama, of depressing conversations, of fighting, of bitching and moaning.. you only live once. supposedly.
I'm ready to be more of an Optimist. But I don't know when that will actually make things better.
I remember being Optimistic. For example the picture. The last time I remember truly being complete, whole, loved. And loved myself. Plus I had the guts to get up in front of the entire graduating class and SING. That's what music is to me. Its more important than most things i know. It's an art form and a freedom. From everything else in this world, It gives me an inner peace. Every single time I pick up my guitar, play the keyboard or sing, I feel almost complete.
almost.
Happy Birthday to me? hm.
I realize lately that i'm a pessimist. Every conversation i'm included in either includes some kind of apocalypse or depression or how much my friends hate their jobs.
DON'T TALK ABOUT YOUR JOBS, IT IS DEPRESSING. Unless you like it, then go ahead.
I'm tired of hearing "waah waah waah" yet i've turned into that somewhat.
Thats why i've distanced myself from those friends. i'm sick of drama, of depressing conversations, of fighting, of bitching and moaning.. you only live once. supposedly.
I'm ready to be more of an Optimist. But I don't know when that will actually make things better.
I remember being Optimistic. For example the picture. The last time I remember truly being complete, whole, loved. And loved myself. Plus I had the guts to get up in front of the entire graduating class and SING. That's what music is to me. Its more important than most things i know. It's an art form and a freedom. From everything else in this world, It gives me an inner peace. Every single time I pick up my guitar, play the keyboard or sing, I feel almost complete.
almost.
Happy Birthday to me? hm.
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