Apr 07, 2009 17:31
I hate birthdays. I always have these ridiculous expectations about them but they always fall short. Is it too much to ask to be treated like a god for just one day?
24 feels strange. It's one of those ages that, when you were younger, you couldn't even picture yourself at. When I was younger, I thought I'd have a lot more figured out than I do.
At the same time, I'm glad that there are so many things I haven't figured out. I'd hate for the mystery to be gone out of life. I like to think that there's still secret sides of myself that haven't surfaced.
I'll be getting my tattoo in a week and a half. It's something I've thought about for a long time and decided that at 24 I was finally mature enough to make the decision to get. I keep getting comments about what a bad decision it is because of the permanence of the whole thing, but for me it's comforting to know that I'll be getting something that will stay with me always.
It's been a long time since I've felt like writing, maybe because I only seem to write when I'm depressed. I haven't exactly been happy lately either, though.