I wish there was a word
To describe how awesome I feel right now. Maybe all I needed was a break. But something about New York gets my biological clock ticking. Gets me wishing that I was further along in life than I am. I don’t want to be 21 years old, with no sign of a stable relationship, career, etc. I mean, I don’t want to be married with kids, but I want to believe that someday I will be. There’s only two choices: back-track, or move forward. And I’ve always been afraid of the unfamiliar. That’s my biggest problem. If things don’t improve soon, I don’t know what I’ll do. Rodrigo really fucked up my whole life. I need to learn to accept that. He was never any good for me, and it’s time to move forward. It’s going to feel good. :)
