I’m going to be 22 in a few days. I actually forgot that it was going to be my birthday coming up. I don’t think I expected to be where I am in my life right now. I’m happy that I’m getting my degree, though had I figured out my life sooner I would have graduated this past Spring instead. I’m glad that I don’t have children. That I will be moving into my own place without roommates. That I’m in the process of adopting a dog from a rescue shelter. These are all good things. I know that, but I still feel sad.
I’m not where I’m at weight wise, financially, romantically, friendships, and the trauma. I guess I’m not too excited to be 22. I should be exploring the world and living somewhat carefree. But I’m not. I’m just stuck in my head. Overanalyizing and destroying my psyche with my negative mentality. Scared of this world and the humanity that just seems to disappear more and more everyday.
I suppose all I can summarize living another year on earth is that…I’m sad, scared, and lonely.