Another year


Well I turned 31 at the weekend. Which feels weird. The actual act of turning 31 one doesn’t bother me (and I had a very nice day of it) but I’m struggling to come to terms with the fact it’s already been a year since my last birthday. A year. A whole year. And I’ve done… nothing.

Things have happened, of course. My best friends wedding, my road trip to Scotland (slightly disappointing as it was) and that time I… and… wait… nope, that’s it. Oh well. Here’s to the next 365 days and trying to not let it go to waste.

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    24th August 2015 at 11:37 pm

    Nothing like a birthday to “remind” you of all the things you wanted to do, but haven’t. Which isn’t true. You’ve done exactly what you wanted, exactly what makes you happy, and that’s what’s important. Do what makes you happy, not what other people think you should be done/have done. <3

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      25th August 2015 at 8:20 am

      That’s kind of the point. I’ve done nothing that makes me happy. I’ve walked through another year planning for the weekend after… which never happens. I couldn’t care less what other people think.

      I don’t even mean ‘life changing’ stuff. It’s simple things… like not going to that christmas market last year because I couldn’t be bothered on the day, even though I regretted it for weeks after. I’m too apathetic with everything and I spend the days following in regret.

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