I have really got to stop thinking so much. My brain gets harder and harder to shut down.
Here I share with you a lovely webcam shot of me and my lovely Christmas present from Collin. :)
Anywho. So I was thinking, this time a year ago I was a completely different person. And I don’t mean my hair was redder, or I was a few inches shorter. Mainly because my hair is just as red, and sadly I have not grown. What I mean is I have changed, like really changed. Let me break this down:
A year ago, I had a best friend. A best friend who had been such for about five years. Now, we hardly talk except for at school and working at the library. We have completely and utterly drifted apart.
A year ago, my friend wasn’t living with me. I would call Nari my best friend, but I feel more like family at this point. I love her like a sister, and fight with her like one also.
A year ago, I wasn’t happy. At all. I still felt guilty. Now I don’t. However, a year ago, I hadn’t ever lost a friend to Death’s unfair grasp. Now I have.
Among these things, I have also become more, dare I say, social in that year’s time. More tolerant, more understanding, older, wiser. More a lot of things.
I will be eighteen in ten days. Eighteen. I can buy cigarettes. Buy a lottery ticket. Get a tattoo. Peirce whatever I want. I will legally be an adult. Scary.
This doesn’t even put a dent in all the thoughts scrambling around in my mind. But perhaps now I can sleep.
Peace
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