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Holy moly, have I changed.
Graduate on Friday.
Get married next Saturday to the man of my dreams.
Start work in August??? Fingers crossed.
But more than that, I finally realized that what I thought was grown-up, really wasn't at all. It's a dangerous place to think you're mature and perfect, because you never are. But I can say that I'm so happy with myself now, knowing my faults intimately and finding new ones everyday. Sounds crazy, but I'm just so excited to be alive that it doesn't matter.
Got bit in the butt by something incredibly dumb I wrote on here a few years ago. Somehow I thought I could impart advice on a subject I knew nothing about, and the person wasn't even asking for advice, but for an outlet to rant. I shoulda known, seeing how my journal was nothing but that. I've also come to realize that my journal was rather silly. I holed myself up in my room, poetically magnifying my problems and making the whole world seem out to get me, which makes me special. Phhhbbbtttttt. Craziness. My whole life has been lucky. But I guess I shouldn't totally turn my back on you LJ (though you got me in trouble many times). It was my own fault for saying too much in a public space, where concealed identities only show you how much of a jerk you can really be sometimes.
Even in writing this I'm finding myself want some validation, like, "No, you're not a jerk!" But really, we all know when we've done something wrong to someone, and no matter who you are in the rest of your life, you're a jerk to that person. I can only apologize.
Graduate on Friday.
Get married next Saturday to the man of my dreams.
Start work in August??? Fingers crossed.
But more than that, I finally realized that what I thought was grown-up, really wasn't at all. It's a dangerous place to think you're mature and perfect, because you never are. But I can say that I'm so happy with myself now, knowing my faults intimately and finding new ones everyday. Sounds crazy, but I'm just so excited to be alive that it doesn't matter.
Got bit in the butt by something incredibly dumb I wrote on here a few years ago. Somehow I thought I could impart advice on a subject I knew nothing about, and the person wasn't even asking for advice, but for an outlet to rant. I shoulda known, seeing how my journal was nothing but that. I've also come to realize that my journal was rather silly. I holed myself up in my room, poetically magnifying my problems and making the whole world seem out to get me, which makes me special. Phhhbbbtttttt. Craziness. My whole life has been lucky. But I guess I shouldn't totally turn my back on you LJ (though you got me in trouble many times). It was my own fault for saying too much in a public space, where concealed identities only show you how much of a jerk you can really be sometimes.
Even in writing this I'm finding myself want some validation, like, "No, you're not a jerk!" But really, we all know when we've done something wrong to someone, and no matter who you are in the rest of your life, you're a jerk to that person. I can only apologize.