Things I Often Forget:
I am only nineteen. I am still very young.
It’s okay that I don’t know what I’m doing with my life; there’s time to figure it out later. It’s okay that I can be very dependent on others; I’m still learning this whole life thing. It’s okay that I sometimes miss my parents and just want to be around them and have them take care of me; that’s their job. It’s okay that I want to curl up in my own bed with my dogs every once in awhile; that’s my home and has been for my entire life. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to be really sad. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be really sad and cry over things that do not even directly affect me. It’s okay to be a bit of a mess; that’s the entire point of growing up.
I am super sniffly and sick and I have to go to class for the next 3 fucking hours and listen to stupid people prattle on about stupid things (today: Oedipus) and theoretically I have to talk since have of my grade is class participation and this is a required class but no, fuck that, je refuse.
So, I got bored and this seemed like a good idea at the time. And yay, 500th post!
