[Public][forward-dated to February 3rd][ahem]
Holy moly.
So I'll be 17 tomorrow. February 4th. It's kind of a day of remembering for me, more than like a day of celebration. It's always been that way. I'll be spending some time at the cemetery. I haven't been in awhile. I couldn't go last year, cause I was becoming an angel and all.
My how time flies when you're having fun plagues and devils and zombies and training sessions and on and on! Phew. It totally feels like I turned sixteen several years ago. Like I feel like a different person now. Like the girl who wrote in her journal a year ago almost feels like a stranger to me. Almost.
There's still a lot of me that's stayed the same, but boy-o, you can change a lot in a year. I guess that's to be expected though, isn't it? The world changes. People change all the time. It's as much a part of life as loving and dying is. It doesn't mean anyone has to change entirely though. I still love Slurpees and have ninja turtle socks that I wear way too often and like cheesy action flicks. I still believe in destiny and purpose, but I'm older. And wiser. That probably won't last long with me not being in school anymore. You can be wise without being smart, right? Er. Well. So I'm not wise, but I'm wiser than I used to be. Does that make sense?
There are more parts of my life that have changed than I could ever, ever list out. I wouldn't change any of my decisions or anything I did, if I was given the option to do something again. I guess that's all anyone can ask for, right? No matter what that may mean.
I was thinking that I should try to write something, somehow so other angels of death won't be as mistaken as I was when I started. They won't have to get smacked in the head with a giant brick of THIS IS HOW IT REALLY IS. Cause let me tell you that brick hurts. Ignorance is bliss, but no one likes to be hit in the head with a brick, right? They can be prepared. I'm not really good at writing, which is probably pretty clear from this entry. I want it all to make sense so if anyone has some spare time to help me? It can be a thing! And more than one person can help me with it. Totally. We can bond over the experience or something!
Anyway, I hope you all have an awesome February 2nd, and I hope that no matter how much you may personally change that you're always able to still see the good and the happiness in this world. It's out there. All around you.
:) Oooh, that sounded like something that could be in a cheesy movie that provides us all with a wonderful life lesson.
I really meant it though.
So I'll be 17 tomorrow. February 4th. It's kind of a day of remembering for me, more than like a day of celebration. It's always been that way. I'll be spending some time at the cemetery. I haven't been in awhile. I couldn't go last year, cause I was becoming an angel and all.
My how time flies when you're having fun plagues and devils and zombies and training sessions and on and on! Phew. It totally feels like I turned sixteen several years ago. Like I feel like a different person now. Like the girl who wrote in her journal a year ago almost feels like a stranger to me. Almost.
There's still a lot of me that's stayed the same, but boy-o, you can change a lot in a year. I guess that's to be expected though, isn't it? The world changes. People change all the time. It's as much a part of life as loving and dying is. It doesn't mean anyone has to change entirely though. I still love Slurpees and have ninja turtle socks that I wear way too often and like cheesy action flicks. I still believe in destiny and purpose, but I'm older. And wiser. That probably won't last long with me not being in school anymore. You can be wise without being smart, right? Er. Well. So I'm not wise, but I'm wiser than I used to be. Does that make sense?
There are more parts of my life that have changed than I could ever, ever list out. I wouldn't change any of my decisions or anything I did, if I was given the option to do something again. I guess that's all anyone can ask for, right? No matter what that may mean.
I was thinking that I should try to write something, somehow so other angels of death won't be as mistaken as I was when I started. They won't have to get smacked in the head with a giant brick of THIS IS HOW IT REALLY IS. Cause let me tell you that brick hurts. Ignorance is bliss, but no one likes to be hit in the head with a brick, right? They can be prepared. I'm not really good at writing, which is probably pretty clear from this entry. I want it all to make sense so if anyone has some spare time to help me? It can be a thing! And more than one person can help me with it. Totally. We can bond over the experience or something!
Anyway, I hope you all have an awesome February 2nd, and I hope that no matter how much you may personally change that you're always able to still see the good and the happiness in this world. It's out there. All around you.
:) Oooh, that sounded like something that could be in a cheesy movie that provides us all with a wonderful life lesson.
I really meant it though.