As my twenty first come to a near (2 days), I'm feeling unpleasantly NORMAL.
Okay, I wasn't expecting fireworks but I do feel old. I feel like I'm turning thirty. I guess I've been middle aged for a long time. I'm boring. I like to sit at home, online shop, and drink my goddamn tea -_-
To sum it up I had an eventful twentieth year...
Heartache... lots of it.
Infidelity
Motherhood for the third year
Being everyone's rock
Attaining a career start
Handling my finances
Understanding my parents
There's more I'm sure... I'm a little sad about all of this. I could sit here and bitch and moan about how much I've fucked up but how would I learn to enjoy the simple pleasures if just slid through life like butter.
So here's to falling my face and being able to be the first one to laugh at it and the first to learn from it! Cheers.
About Me
- angela
- I never claim to be perfect nor does my shit smell like roses. As a matter of fact, the smell of my shit makes me throw up in my mouth a little. The only difference between everyone else and I is I don't douse my shit in perfume to mask the foul smell. Nevertheless, you might need to spray some clorox to disinfect your eyes after this. I'm just sayin.
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