Just Another Day

Seems forever since I last wrote in this journal and not just a copy/paste from another. I should really write in here more because it’s my very first journal. So much history and memories are stored in this little old diary. I grown into a different person than the one that started this about three years ago. It’s strange how fast life can pass you by. You never truly realize it until the time has passed and you just are crazed about the time you never spent on present time. We always look back on the past,  because it’s so familiar to us. Future is presented with new ideas and thoughts and we hope for nothing but the best. I could read through this journal anytime and feel that my life is passing me by. The last few months have been nothing worth mentioning. I did start college, well, community college. It has been rather interesting, but nothing to extreme. My life, like always, have been consisted of ups and downs. I guess I’m never truly satisfied with anything anymore. I guess I feel like waiting will bring it closer, yet I’m still here, in the same place. I wonder if anything will ever change for me. It has for everyone that I know. All those people I was really close to in high school, we don’t talk anymore. They have gone off to colleges and living their life. I guess they forget about those who decided to stay home. It’s not like I’m jealous, just wish I could find people that I have forever looked for and are now gone. It seems that whatever good is in my life, is only temporaily. It never stays and although I used to care as much as I did, now it’s just something that happens. Doesn’t phase me as it once did. The times where I would I cry in my room, wondering what is wrong with me, is now gone. Just like whatever, it happens, moving on. I guess I have come to the point on my life that I can’t be so upset over stupid things, just to learn from them and then move on. I can’t dwell on things because it won’t change anything, just makes me feel depressed and I am kind of fed up with feeling that way. My birthday is tomorrow, also known as the curse birthday. Last year, I got dumped and just was a crappy day. One time, my mom-mom went into the hospital. Just never goes good at all for me. Even one year, my family completely forgot about my birthday, typical “16 Candles”. So I’m just hoping no one dies and  Steve, my boyfriend, doesn’t decided to dump me. I think I’ll be good if that doesn’t happen. I guess in all, my life isn’t as different as anybody’s else. You just gotta take it one day at a time and well, do as much as you can. You don’t wanna waste a day, because you never know what could happen next.