Two Four

Hello, people. I am twenty-four now. It feels so serious to me. I don't know why, or perhaps I do. Pressure. Unfulfillment. Hope. I am ready to live. I've learned and lost and had and let go and did do and didn't do. Now it's time to live with intention. Is it bad to say that I might not have lived my life with as much intention as I should have? But then again, I'm just figuring out life, doing the best I can with the knowledge I have. Now I know. Or at least I think I do.

I want something more—more than what I have been given and more than what I have been doing. I'm not ungrateful or selfish or unhappy (per se). I'm ready to try something new, something different from my everyday routine. I have plans and goals and opportunities waiting for me. And exsqueeze me, but I'm young and hot and smart and loving and funny and charismatic, and I like to have fun and want to live the life I believe I deserve.

Yes, I want the houses and the jewelry and the trips and the clothes and the shoes and and and and the relationships, the influence, the ability to change others' lives, to help people, to help myself. I want the love of God to surround me everywhere I go. I want to truly experience all He has created. Just to see, right? And I will, because I can. 100 percent effort!

Happy birthday, babes, I love you ♥♥♥