So much and nothing at all
With a birthday looming, a trip to Tokyo in the making, I'm getting all excited, anxious excited. I honestly don't know where all the time has gone. My hair's grown back, gone blonde, black and faded to brown again. Yada Yada is up, and has a long way to go to making money. Teaching and designing has shown me more of what I need to and want to do with my life. FQ and I have got even closer, if that's even possible. He's my best friend, and sometimes my only friend in my time of need. And I'm less afraid to think about our future together. Then, there are the things that don't change. The nightmares, the coincidences, the revelations. Terrifyingly real. It's pathetic, I know. At almost 26, I'm too old to be giving in to nightmares. I'm too old to feel like I'm not a girl, not yet a woman. It's embarrassing. I don't know if I have it in me anymore to finally close this chapter my life and say that I've moved on, completely.