A Fresh New Start
I've decided that my time at deadjournal has expired.. I've been writing in that journal for about four years now and I feel the need for a fresh new start to everything...
I think I started that journal when I was 13 or 14 and I feel like I've grown so so much since then. I honestly consider myself an adult now, seeing as how I'm out on my own and in the real world. I pay rent, have my own car, make my own money, get myself where I need to be, and even have a somewhat stable romantic relationship at the moment (that's a very big deal for me, lol). I don't rely on my mother for anything anymore. I no longer get money from her, rides, lectures, food or shelter. My old journal... That was the end of my childhood. My transformation into a wiser and more responsible person. It'll always be good to look back on and remember those times though, and the stupid but fun things I did.
Memories are all we really have in the end, when we lie on our death beds. Our memoires and perhaps a few of those who are in them will be beside us, holding our hand.
But anyways.. Yes. This is the beginning of life as my own person. My first entry where I can call myself an adult. I'll summarize what all is going on in my next entry though because right now IM STARVING!!!
Much love my friends-
Heather
I think I started that journal when I was 13 or 14 and I feel like I've grown so so much since then. I honestly consider myself an adult now, seeing as how I'm out on my own and in the real world. I pay rent, have my own car, make my own money, get myself where I need to be, and even have a somewhat stable romantic relationship at the moment (that's a very big deal for me, lol). I don't rely on my mother for anything anymore. I no longer get money from her, rides, lectures, food or shelter. My old journal... That was the end of my childhood. My transformation into a wiser and more responsible person. It'll always be good to look back on and remember those times though, and the stupid but fun things I did.
Memories are all we really have in the end, when we lie on our death beds. Our memoires and perhaps a few of those who are in them will be beside us, holding our hand.
But anyways.. Yes. This is the beginning of life as my own person. My first entry where I can call myself an adult. I'll summarize what all is going on in my next entry though because right now IM STARVING!!!
Much love my friends-
Heather