What a fucking difference a year makes. This time last year I was in the worst relationship of my life, pining after some girl who I had mistreated and who, honestly, I didn’t deserve another chance with. Now, I’m happy, I guess? I am at least content with things. I had a battle with depression and I’m not sure if its over or not but at least I have friends who take my mind off of it. I’m finally leaving my hometown to go to school, again. Hopefully this time I won’t fuck it all up.
I think most of my generation would like to grow up to be giant kids, and I think we will. I think happiness is what you make it. Fuck it, I’m cool with being 30, with kids, and still loving cartoons and rap music. Anyone else?
I thought so.