chride

So, 30 is swiftly approaching and will soon overtake me. This 29th year of mine has been full of discoveries both large and small. Of the many realizations I've come to, I've decided that I cannot possibly have friends who only enjoy my company because they fancy that I'll sleep with them someday. While it's perfectly natural to be curious--heaven knows I have my own fantasies--I cannot abide what untamed desires do to friendships. I've become exhausted, worrying about what will happen if one day I am full of drink and unable to take care of myself. Who can I trust? It's a little sad, and I may miss some of the admiration, but I cannot stand the lack of respect. Frankly, I'm too old for this shit.

On a lighter note, I've almost finished school for this term. I'm using my break to visit some friends in Ohio (both Cleveland and Columbus). I really can't wait to be around people who truly love me, and I'll do my best to take as many pictures as possible.

So here's to 30. I certainly don't feel the age, only the wisdom. I'm saying goodbye to all of the hurts and saying hello to the possibility of pure relationships.


PS: If anyone wants to take a look, I'm updating my wishlist;
Happy 30!

....edited to add pics!