I had
this weird dream last night, or was it more like this morning? And of course
like every other dream of mine, it was weird and strange and... something else.
Okay, I think I should start with
the beginning. Right?
I don't
really know what to write about right now... just gonna see what happens...
My b-day is in 3 weeks... 20 years
old... I lived almost 2 decades... that's more than others... but did I really
live? Or is my life only now starting?
The title says one thing, but this post is more about holding that part in. I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels this way.
In high school it was, like, expected to not be yourself. Only later, in college or university, you can start to be yourself. And it helps. It help to see another side of you, that side that you held back all this time.