I’ve been feeling odd lately, can’t quite but my finger on it. I’m still searching - for something to make me feel complete, somewhere to call home, and some someones to belong with.
I’m also leaving teenagedom in less then a week. I feel as if I should be doing some wild and crazy things. Instead I’m spending my week with a sickening feeling in my gut. I guess this is part of growing up - dealing with life and the complications it brings. I’m having irregular cycles, which could mean a number of things but I won’t get any indication for another month. I get to spend this last week of being a kid taking little white pills until I bleed and then get to have someone stab me in arm, and then spend the first month of being a young adult with a worried voice gnawing in the back of my mind. I want to cry all the time.
Joy among joys, happy birthday, welcome to adulthood.
