Tattoos on this Town

It sure left its mark on us. We sure left our mark on it. Let the world know we were here with everything we did. Laid a lot of memories down, like tattoos on this town.

This is the life I want to live. Simple life. Nothing fancy.
Being unique always seemed like a good thing. No one in the entire world is just like me. No one likes exactly the same things as I do. No one feels the same way I do. No one wants to do the same things I do. No one gets the same urges I do. No one (except my Daddy) fully understands me. There's something awfully lonely about being unique.

I am very blessed to have moved around so much. To have experienced so many different things. To have met so many different people. To have went through so many different phases in life. I've always thought I liked it this way. 2 years at a time. 2 years seemed like perfect time periods. I get close enough with my friends to really call them friends, to have built wonderful memories with them. But I'd have moved when things started getting complicated. Perfect timing! that's what I always thought...I have none of those "forever" friends. None whom I grew up with. None whom I had a big fight with. None whom I was tight with for more than 3 years. None who understood me in the different phases. There's something awfully lonely about moving around so much.

I've always wanted to grow up fast. I still do. In every stage in life, I wanted to rush to the next stage. I still do. Grass on the other side is always greener. The next and the previous stages always seemed better than the current one. Since there's no way to go backwards, I want to run forward. People say your best friends are the ones you make when you were young. I trusted more. I worried less. I loved more. I gave more. I received more. I doubted less. I shared more. I made friends who were the world to me. We fought side-by-side. We cried. We laughed. We went through everything together. We shared one world. It was us against the rest of the world. The more grown up, the more all of this just sounds naive. There's something awfully lonely about growing up.

I'm too young for being old. Too old for being young. All I want is someone who'd go out with me right now to leave our mark. Where are all the people who are just like me?

Continued

Of course the pizza I said I ordered at the end of the last post would give me food poisoning. Caused me my whole friday and half of my saturday.

Man...this week is just on a roll.

Thank God I'm feeling much better now!  :)

Twenty-One

Don't want to be a bummer, but this was the worst birthday ever. Who would've known that my 21st would be the worst? Now, I've always had a bunch of homework, tests, and projects due on my birthday in general, in the past. So the paper and midterm on the day after my birthday only contributed a little to this horrible birthday.

Christine took a bite first =P

It's not completely awful though, I'll put the positive in front. My lovely FLOW sisters and brothers bought me a cake and sang happy birthday during CG! :D That was pretty awesome!

This birthday had a lot of potential to be a great one too. 21st, come on, I can legally drink! I had Thursday and Friday off so my old man planned on visiting me. Of course, none of that happened. I assumed my old man would be here by Thursday night, like the first time he visited me. He however, kept telling me that he can't come until probably Friday or Saturday because of his school. I was bummed for obvious reasons, so I said I'd go up instead since I'd be free by Wednesday night.

Once I was set on going up, my old man told me that he was going to surprise me by coming here with VD. Of course I felt awwww...thanks for wanting to surprise me! What my old man didn't know was that I'd rather spend  it with him alone. I feel like he should know by now, everytime he asks if we should invite other people to go with us somewhere, I'd say no. But then, what do I know, he obviously thought I'd rather him come with VD with a short amount of time. (They'd come saturday noon and leave sunday noon) The :( following the short 24 hour :) is not worth it. So I told them it's okay, we'll just celebrate when I go up during thanksgiving.

All the above, plus a thousand other misunderstandings and miscommunications and stupid emotions, led to my horrible birthday. I spent the actual day writing my paper and preparing for a midterm, which I completely failed. Thursday I woke up did nothing for a whole day and slept. Friday I woke up and got into a fight with my old man. Notice none of these involved spending it with a loved one or drinking.

Ever since my old man left for the first time in September, I don't let myself cry like I used to. I want to convince myself that I'm perfectly fine here. I used to cry because deep down I knew it was going to be okay in a couple of hours. Now, I fear that if I cried and started thinking about why I'm crying, there would be no end. I don't know when it'll be okay again.

It's not as bad as it sounds haha. I still enjoy being by myself a lot. Just ordered a pizza. I need to start writing another paper! Go Sherri!