bouncy
when i review my livejournal i always feel sort of awkward; a slight twinge of sympathy and embarrassment for the girl that i was when i wrote each entry. but i think that is the standard for growing up.
pretty funny, actually. how i bounce back and forth from happy, to sad, and back to happy again.
i feel happy now though. content at 20 years old with where i am. i woke up this morning and felt older. it was weird, but it seems right.
and i am strangely accepting of the fact that i probably, most likely, will not celebrate with a party or receive any presents (at least not from my friends). i am not surprised. that's pretty funny too. my friends don't consider me to the degree i do them. haha. oh well. that is what i get for being the person i am. but i am happier knowing i enrich the lives of others, rather than housing a void and depending on others to fill it.
oh, joyous day of my birth. 20 years ago. that's a milestone!
pretty funny, actually. how i bounce back and forth from happy, to sad, and back to happy again.
i feel happy now though. content at 20 years old with where i am. i woke up this morning and felt older. it was weird, but it seems right.
and i am strangely accepting of the fact that i probably, most likely, will not celebrate with a party or receive any presents (at least not from my friends). i am not surprised. that's pretty funny too. my friends don't consider me to the degree i do them. haha. oh well. that is what i get for being the person i am. but i am happier knowing i enrich the lives of others, rather than housing a void and depending on others to fill it.
oh, joyous day of my birth. 20 years ago. that's a milestone!