Yesterday was my birthday, and I am now 18 years old. You don't become an adult overnight, as some seem to see it as, but the very fact that I am now legally an adult has struck a cord with me...
I haven't talked with my dad in such a long time. See, he moved out to Arizona for work about 3 or 4 years ago. I've visited him twice since, but its been 6 months since the last time we even talked. A lot has happened with him, but now he's living a steady life, and has recently come across some money, so I'll be able to see him again soon.
I miss so much the days of being care-free (well, I'm still carefree, but now its just considered irresponsible. Psh.) The days of my youth, as bleak as they were, will always bear a special part in my heart, and I hope I shall never forget. I better not, I'm writing a whole memoir about it. So far I'm 6 pages in, but I've had writer's block and I'm still not exactly sure how much I should put in it, I regret some of the things I did as a child.
But you know, you can't live life with regrets, because you'll be too focused on what you did to focus on what you do. We can't have that now can we? It'd suck to die in a car accident because you were thinking of something you did when you were seven, wouldn't it?
Anyways, its late (12 am), its Thursday... er, Friday, and I have school in the morning... um... I mean in a few hours.
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Right.
Peace Be With You And The Homies In Space!
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