THIS IS MY YEAR

So for two months now I’ve been single. And two months is the longest I’ve been single since grade 7. I’m 19 years old, and just learning now what it’s like to stand alone.

It’s fricken awesome.

I may be selfish to say this, and I hold nothing against my exes when I do say it (they were all great in their own ways) but I love having me be the priority.

I wear what I want, talk to who I want about what I want, I stay out late, I have a lot of alone time, I leave my phone unattended for long periods of time. It’s great!

I’m also living on my own for the first time, paying for everything as well. So there’s where some more freedom has sparked from.

When I first started this lone wolf adventure, I was scared, intimidated, and lonely. But now, I’ve discovered this is the best thing that could have ever happened to me.

So I’ve vowed to be single for a full year. Got a ring on my finger to make it official.

This is my year, and I’m going to live it for me.

At the end of the day, you only have yourself to blame if you’re not happy.

I’m not today.

Sometimes, I wish you could just read my mind. It’d be easier that way.

sometimes I wish you cared.

Nineteen

This age is so confusing. I can’t even tell if I’m supposed to be coming or going.

People say I should be finding the one I want to spend the rest of my life with..

.. yet I hear I’m too young to know what love is.

I’m supposed to be independent..

… yet I’m supposed to still rely on my parents income.

I’m supposed to start my education for my career I’ll potentially have for the rest of my life…

… But I’m not supposed to have all the answers yet.

Too bad I don’t care.

I’m just busy being me.

There’s no point in pretending.. I will never give up.

You taught me to be strong

people come and go. mostly at their convenience, and I’m tired of everyone’s selfish shit. it’s 2012. time to see the world in a different way; others first.

I believe God’s gonna fix what’s broken in my life.

Faith.

I’d rather have five real friends then fifty that talk shit about me behind my back.

Truth hurts.

My new years resolution is to be honest with my parents. Today I decided to start it early. Today my mom who was raised Catholic asked if me and my boyfriend of 3 months have had sex yet. She then asked when, where, and how many times. Today I learnt that the truth does hurt; my arm is gonna be bruised for weeks! I also learnt to stick to resolutions like getting in shape.

Lesson learnt.

Life may never be exactly how you want it to be but remember; the person living your dream life is thinking the exact same thing.

Life is what you make it. Make it beautiful

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