The usual grammatically incorrect ramblings that take place this late at night.
So these are two of my four babies, Kamille and Matthew.
Without them, I’d still be some fuck up with a multitude of sobriety problems and I don’t think they realize how much they’ve saved me. I’d do absolutely anything for these two.
They’re growing up really fast and it blows my mind that Kamille is in college and Matt is going to be 17 this year. They definitely aren’t babies anymore, but they’ll always we my baby cousins.
Can I also just say that I look mighty nice in this photo?
I don’t knock their decisions, but I couldn’t imagine doing something like that right now.
There’s so much that I want to do with my life and so much that I have left to learn about myself, that getting married and having kids at 20 just doesn’t seem like the bet decision.
They talk about their kids and late night feelings, diaper changes and doctor’s appointments. Then, they ask me about how I’m doing and when I tell them about school and how well I’m doing or work and how much I love my job they just look at me with this giant question mark of an expression.
They ask if I’m dating anyone and if I’d like to have kids someday. When I tell them that “it’ll happen when it happens, I’m not rushing anything. I’m pretty happy with where I’m at right now” they just look at me like I kicked a baby.
I don’t knock their decision to get married at 20 and start a family right away, so why is my decision to take care of myself an pursue an education an a career such an issue?
I’m happy that you’re happy, even if I don’t understand your want or reasoning behind it. I’m pretty sure my life choices deserve the same respect as yours.
and I keep trying to think of reasons not to go.
I’ve done a fairly decent job of avoiding the topic and I just don’t think I can deal with making it final.
I can’t even look at his Facebook or bring myself to talk about it with my family. I feel like that means he’s really gone and that I won’t get to see him anymore. I hate that people are painting my cousin as this awful person, because he wasn’t. He made poor decisions,but that didn’t make him a terrible person.
I just have a lot going through my head about the whole situation.
YOU SHOULD GO LIKE IT SO PEOPLE THINK IT’S AWESOME AND THEY’LL BUY THINGS.
Please?
I don’t plan on pursuing art professionally.
AT ALL.
I just doodle and make bows for fun.
It’s a big stress reliever and helps me clear my head.
I have absolutely no intention of pursuing this as a career, I know I’m not good enough for that and the thought never occurred to me that I was good enough to make a living off of my shit-it’s strictly for fun.
I’m an English major, my heart is in teaching ENGLISH, not art.
Can’t a girl have a hobby?
