I’m now 22. It does feel different than 21. Half of my friends didn’t message me or call, but my family got me a cake and made me dinner. Mike took me to breakfast and ordered something unhealthy. After my family dinner Mike let me cry on his nice shirt. The city looked great from my spot in PV. It was 80 degrees this morning. At midnight I did my shot of Maker’s Mark alone. Of my list 4, 6 (which I’m okay with), 8, 9, 10, and 12 were ignored. I got a turtle book. Tiffany wrote an amazing message as her status on facebook (it made me really happy this morning). And I still can’t decide if it was a good day.
Please let 22 be the year I’ve been wanting. Please.
deargodlifeishell reblogged this from lifeofalayna and added:
I wish I could have been there to make your day a little better....your wall like everyone...
blairdanielle said:
i’m sorry things didn’t turn out the way you wanted them too, and that you were treated like a child. Weather permitting, if you want, we can sunbathe tomorrow and I’ll treat you to lunch?
lifeofalayna posted this
