to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear myself. Happy Birthday to meeeee.
I’m 20 years old.
No longer a “teen” I guess.
Laying in bed after a day full of laughs and tears. Tired, pensive, and relieved. Blinking over and over again, something I do everyday, several times a day. Thinking how 3 years ago I did the same thing, at the same time, blinking and trying to get so tired I forget what my last thought of the day was. Good night.
I want to accomplish lots of things, with the help of MYSELF.
I haven’t even logged onto Tumblr in a really long time. I miss being bored and running to it, I miss being creative, I miss seeing other people be creative.
has rubbed his crazy cleaning bug on me. I cleaned the dinner table, living room, laundry room, and my own room. PEOPLE, I don’t clean. Hahaha, it feels so good though! Like stepping back and seeing the progress you made feels amazing. Okay, maybe I didn’t clean my room but everything is organized and ready to be put in its place. I need to buy hooks for my keys because I always lose them and I think I wouldn’t if I could leave them in the front entrance. I’ve always secretly like to see things organized but I’m just too lazy to do anything about the mess that consumes my house. I have noticed that when the house is clean everyone is so relaxed and in such a good mood and I love that. Lately my saying has been “Relax. Breathe.” For whatever reason it help sometimes, other time it just fires my mom up even more, haha, I don’t really care because I know she’s just tired so I tend to ignore most of her crazy outbursts. Anyways, I’m glad Joey has given me the desire to clean, although cleaning with him seems so much fun, my washing machine doesn’t kiss me every so often: (
Because I haven’t even had time to open my laptop, listening to all these song reminds of the shows of gone to go see them.
What is all this fancy shit?!