I ate a slice of cake. Big whoop.3:41 AM
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Fuckyeah, bear cake.
Where do I begin. I turned 18 today.
Hooray. Woke up, wrote my essay but I didn't study much. Pretty much stare into space for a couple of hours. My parents found a box on the front porch and my mum proceeded to open it. So I got out of the house and snatched it off her. As she examined the content from the safe distance of the door. I elaborately tore off the ribbon. Honestly, I'm just too tired to explain. I'm not quite sure about myself. I wasn't exactly alive to being with.
Progressing into adulthood is incredibly hard. I do admit that I'm still immature. I've come to terms with the demon inside of me. That trust is still and will always be an issue. While I was naive enough to throw it away for the past couple of years. I never got to the extent of completely trusting anyone. I'm glad I didn't. People still continue to baffle me. Feeling emotionally torn is something I got used to. At least for the past five years or so. While my childhood was full of both good and mainly bad memories. I continue to hope that one day. I'll be able to live without the constant fear. Words can hurt. I didn't feel particularly thrilled about today. Not at all. This month has being a total hell for me. The trails, friendship, family and misc crap I had to deal with. It was the combination of the little things. That really got me in the end. I'm not happy...but I'm not completely sad. But this blog is for the "happier" posts. So I will stop now. If you're close enough to me. You'll know what my other blog is. And if you're willing to stalk it. Then go right ahead. You're not going to like the content. That concludes the story of my 18th birthday.
Bec~
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