I’ve been out very often lately. Doing things I’ve been longing to do since the day I hurt my leg, doing things I thought I miss terribly. But it turns out after all the months of staying indoors, I’ve been shaped another person, I mean sure I enjoy spending time with my friends, satisfying my materialistic urges and my vain needs, but it doesn’t make me high on cloud nine like it does before, nor does it make me feel as happy as I thought it would months ago.
I had a wonderful birthday. I had great dinners, wonderful gatherings, hilarious outings, and a very good party, a party just like how I’ve always wanted.
But all this has got to stop, and it did. My birthday felt like a climax of all the things I use to enjoy, things I use to enjoy as a, as a teen. Not that I’m not a teen anymore, but I’m 18 now, and I feel like it is time to move on from that phase. That’s why this big celebration of being 18 seems like a closure. And true to that, a door just closed behind me. I couldn’t ask for better really, I’m grateful.
And here’s your cue for a smile (:
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