I’m 24 for a moment.
I’m sorry I didn’t really say much about you and let you slip by. After all, I should have, since, I was born on March.
Not that it matters…but you know, I spent it with a boy who makes everything special. I spent it with the warmest greetings of my special friends and people (because I make it a point to make my birthday, a secret, just because).
They do not know this much, but their simple greetings make me happy a thousand more times than I already was – as I turn 24.
This is because it’s been really hard for me knowing people who to trust these days, and it’s been really hard for me to feel secure and to have real friends these days..but I guess I’m at fault and that’s probably for another emotional post.
To tell you the truth, I’m scared and lost even at 24 that it seems I was more 24 when I was turning 16. I guess because of what lies ahead. Most of the time, I try to push these thoughts aside and live my life to the fullest. I guess I think too much.
I hope though, that once I’ve gathered my thoughts and have organised the mayhem in my mind ~ that I’ll get there. Maybe, just maybe.