I have one week of my twenties left. I feel like I ought to filling it with a riotous orgy of drugs, crime, alcohol and promiscuous sex. You know, all the stupid stuff you do when you're young. All the stuff I never did, because I have an actual brain and rate myself somewhat above the level of an amoeba
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Happy Birthday anyway! 30s are awesome.
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Nice to know I come across as mature and adult and sensible, though, even if I'm totally faking it half the time. ;)
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Nice to know I come across as mature and adult ( ... )
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Through a lot of therapy (lol), I've really come to believe and feel that your life's success isn't measured by what other people think success is, but how you feel. I'm turning 27 this year, and I've never been in love or had a serious relationship, not sure if I will get married and/or have kids, never been one for drugs, crime, and promiscuous sex, but I'm happy. I have an amazing job with great co-workers who like and respect me, a wonderful dog, great family and friends, a great apartment...life is good, by my definition.
Not sure if that will help at all, but I'm here if you need/want to talk *hugs*
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I can't help but think I'm supposed to want more than this but... at the base of it all, depression-related issues aside, I'm actually happy with life. I've made some amazing friends in the last couple years, I've the time and means to do the things I love doing, and I'm getting on top of my health issues ( ... )
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