When you were young.
I sometimes wish I was young again, like 9th grade. Everything seemed somewhat easier at that time didn’t it? No big worries about life, money and what is going to happen next.
If I think about my worries now, compared to what they were a couple years ago, I’d rather be back to worrying about boys and clothes and drinking. Now my worries are about how the hell we are going to pay the bills, how the heck I’m going to pass all my courses and if I’m doing the right thing with a boy.
Life is so damn complicated some times, but I guess that is what happens when you grow up. I’m so glad my parents are there to support me money and life wise, I don’t know what I’d do without them. I don’t appreciate them nearly enough as I should, I think I’ll tell them that when I get home.
I’m going home on Thursday and I can’t wait, though somehow there is a bitter taste in my mouth about leaving here. My friend studies near me and she is so excited to go home, but somehow i’ve managed to build my life here in the last two years and will really miss it when I go home. Sure, home is awesome and seeing all my old friends again will be super cool, but there is just so much to do here and so many nice things I enjoy, I don’t really want to leave it all; even if it’s just for two weeks.
Other than that, I hope Tashya got over the little conversation she had yesterday with my boy toy, they started arguing about army vs. airforce, when we ALL know that the Navy Pilots are simply the best anyway (duh!). Love you honey, don’t be mad anymore!
I’m out to study more, wooooooooooooofuck!
Mareike