August is almost over and I’m waking up at 9:10 and walking 3 laps of the park.
I sit at the dinner table taking the piss out of my parents with only the occasional awkward moment.
I have a favourite band and sing along to their music.
I live in a city I don;t really like and hardly see my friends but somehow I am happy.
Life wasn’t supposed to end up like this.
I was going to travel the world.
Nothing was going to stop me.
Once I thought I was invincible.
Once I believed that I could make plans and expect them to happen.
It would be easy to say so much has gone wrong but so much has gone right as well.
I’ve grown up.
I’ve learnt hard lessons I didn’t even know I needed to learn and I’m happier because of it.
No matter what happens I won’t curse this passage of my life.
I can’t help but remind myself at times that if I knew this was going to happen I would have run from it as hard as I could.
I wouldn’t have given this life to a character in a story but it has happened to me.
And somehow I am glad.