Thinking...must lie down.
I turned 22 on the 16th and have been spending tonight putting old graphics in my photobucket archive. Some wild memories in this journal. I'm proud of so many of them. Just thinking about how I would get riled up over some things that seem so insignificant now. I've re-evaluated my life after so much has changed and I find that some people never change.I wouldn't change any of it for the world. Its seems though I enjoyed all my birthdays as I strove to get to the big 18 where I could do whatever I want and every birthday since has been a reminder that life is short and youth fades.I listen to my mp3 player and think that I'm too old to listen to the same stuff I did 5 years ago, but I still love it. I'm not good with aging. It freaks me out. I know I'll spend so much time obsessing over my age that when I'm old I'll curse myself for worrying instead of enjoying. I graduate uni this summer. I have no idea what to do next but have been told by slaughterchichi that telling the careers advisor I just want as much money as possible as soon as possible isn't good. Oh dear...here's to the next year. A year of change for me, A year of hard work and hopefully a year of success. I wish the same for everyone reading this which reminds me, looking back I'm also proud this journal remained so public. I've never had anything to hide. I'm all for plain speaking because I can't time lord mind meld.