It's July once again and, before the end of the month, I will be a quarter of a century old. Hyuck.
The time of year when I become sentimental has come.
Gone are the days when I wished I were older. Now that I'm old enough to be someone's mom (and I am someone's mom), and that I now have a household to run without having to leech off of my dad's money, I find myself wishing that I can remain a little girl forever. The hassles of parenthood and adult relationships is taking a toll on me.
I should say things should be a little bit happier in the homefront, compared to last year, but I feel almost the same, really. The same insecurities which I have never really overcome. The same hopes and expectations I have yet to reach.
My own fault, actually, that I listen to what "the others" had to say. But hey I can't help feeling insecure about so many things, and that I can't help listening and wanting to know. Curiosity gets the best of me. Jealousy, too.
It's the time of year when I look at myself and evaluate, "How far have I gone? How much better have I become?"
And at times, I find myself unable to answer.
Or I'm probably just depressed again.
