Gosh, I'm old
Damn, it's that time of the year again. This is the first year I've remembered in a long time, mostly because my mom and two old friends reminded me yesterday. Birthdays were never a big thing for me or my family, so I tend to ignore them. But today I'm really feeling as old as (or older than) I am.
I'm 23.
I just moved in with my partner of 7 years.
I'm still in college but am graduating in 4 months.
And then, I don't know what I'm doing, besides applying to grad. schools next year.
Life's weird. I can't believe I've made it this far. I remember when I was utterly shocked that I survived to 18. I hate that I still don't really know what I'm doing, but at least I have some idea of what I'd eventually like to be. For one, I'm sick of my old name, and seeing it on every "happy birthday" I've gotten on Facebook is making my brain itch. I'm rambling. Over and out.
I'm 23.
I just moved in with my partner of 7 years.
I'm still in college but am graduating in 4 months.
And then, I don't know what I'm doing, besides applying to grad. schools next year.
Life's weird. I can't believe I've made it this far. I remember when I was utterly shocked that I survived to 18. I hate that I still don't really know what I'm doing, but at least I have some idea of what I'd eventually like to be. For one, I'm sick of my old name, and seeing it on every "happy birthday" I've gotten on Facebook is making my brain itch. I'm rambling. Over and out.