There's nothing better to wake up to than to someone reminding you that you matter.
Absolutely nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
In other news, I've got a lot of things on my mind. A lot of stuff has happened that has made me step back and take stock. I've made a few decisions. Here's hoping that they would be more beneficial than detrimental.
I know I've made loads of declarations over the years and nothing pisses me off more than to see myself backtracking or eating crow but c'est la vie. Sooner or later something will happen that will light a fire under my ass and I'll get on down to the serious business of growing up and taking responsibility.
I really do hope it's sooner. In a few more weeks I turn another year older. One more year to add to the hundreds of years I've already wasted. I'm tired of being the family underachiever. Anyway, writing has been my one solace. Paper journals are getting thicker with stories, essays and yes, even poetry.
Anyway, in case it's coming across as though I hate my ever loving guts, I don't. I love who I am. I just know I can be a better version of myself. But 3 or 98, I'll still love toys, I'll still love boys and I'll still swoon at the mention of "babygirl."
I know I've made loads of declarations over the years and nothing pisses me off more than to see myself backtracking or eating crow but c'est la vie. Sooner or later something will happen that will light a fire under my ass and I'll get on down to the serious business of growing up and taking responsibility.
I really do hope it's sooner. In a few more weeks I turn another year older. One more year to add to the hundreds of years I've already wasted. I'm tired of being the family underachiever. Anyway, writing has been my one solace. Paper journals are getting thicker with stories, essays and yes, even poetry.
Anyway, in case it's coming across as though I hate my ever loving guts, I don't. I love who I am. I just know I can be a better version of myself. But 3 or 98, I'll still love toys, I'll still love boys and I'll still swoon at the mention of "babygirl."
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