I am twenty two years old. Some people say I act like I'm twenty-six, others say I act like I'm sixteen. In all honesty, to me it doesn't matter what they say because few people know who I really am.
I haven't had the easiest life, but I also haven't had the hardest life. I've forgiven people. I've risen above people and I REFUSE to let people bring me down to their level.
I will laugh like a crazy person when I think something is funny and goof around. Why does life have to be so serious anyways? I will cry during a sad movie or a sad story; who is anyone to tell me that it makes me seem immature? Regardless of these things, you can be damn sure that the moment that you need to talk about something serious, or a shoulder to cry on, or a sympathetic ear, I will be here. I will sit there and try to offer you some of the wisdom that I have gained in this short, but long life of mine. I have made mistakes, I have learned lessons that I don't think any "immature" person would know. I may be naive sometimes, but I just like to really believe that there is good in the world and that everyone has a good heart but is made bad by their situations. I am not naive, just slightly optimistic, but trust me, I know when to stop.
What angers me is that before I became who I am now, people used the words "slut", "fake", and other such vernacular to describe me. Now, I portray neither of those things, and so people want to label me as "immature" or "childish" and I'm sure that there are other words out there that people use, I just don't know. People will always talk. That is something that is just a fact of life, so to me, it's in one ear and out the other. It isn't even worth the anger that it sparked.
Sometimes I wish people knew about my life. Sometimes I wish they knew why I hold onto every moment. I wish they knew that I can be goofy and joke around, but when it's time to be serious, I am serious. Isn't that what maturity is about? I am comfortable with the person I am. I work everyday to make myself a better person. I stay true to myself. I know when it's time to have fun and when it's time to be "mature". Why do I even need to be "mature" around people that just want to drink and have a good time all the time? I'm sorry, my wisdom is not needed when you're sitting there talking about how many drinks you've had, or how a girl's outfit is so trashy, or the latest thing that happened in a show that you watch. Come and talk to me about something of substance if that's the side you want to see.
There may have been all those negative words to describe me, but that doesn't let me forget about all the positives I have heard lately. "hard-working" "passionate" "bubbly" "sweet" "motivated" "strong" "inspiring"
I don't need to prove to anyone that I'm "mature" and it's not like I'm going to go and post this blog on everyone's page. I just needed to let it out there. I am me. I'm goofy, fun-loving, empathetic to the most ridiculous extent, laid-back, and just a normal girl. I'm creating myself just like everyone else and writing my story one laugh at a time, one tear at a time, one word at a time.
I haven't had the easiest life, but I also haven't had the hardest life. I've forgiven people. I've risen above people and I REFUSE to let people bring me down to their level.
I will laugh like a crazy person when I think something is funny and goof around. Why does life have to be so serious anyways? I will cry during a sad movie or a sad story; who is anyone to tell me that it makes me seem immature? Regardless of these things, you can be damn sure that the moment that you need to talk about something serious, or a shoulder to cry on, or a sympathetic ear, I will be here. I will sit there and try to offer you some of the wisdom that I have gained in this short, but long life of mine. I have made mistakes, I have learned lessons that I don't think any "immature" person would know. I may be naive sometimes, but I just like to really believe that there is good in the world and that everyone has a good heart but is made bad by their situations. I am not naive, just slightly optimistic, but trust me, I know when to stop.
What angers me is that before I became who I am now, people used the words "slut", "fake", and other such vernacular to describe me. Now, I portray neither of those things, and so people want to label me as "immature" or "childish" and I'm sure that there are other words out there that people use, I just don't know. People will always talk. That is something that is just a fact of life, so to me, it's in one ear and out the other. It isn't even worth the anger that it sparked.
Sometimes I wish people knew about my life. Sometimes I wish they knew why I hold onto every moment. I wish they knew that I can be goofy and joke around, but when it's time to be serious, I am serious. Isn't that what maturity is about? I am comfortable with the person I am. I work everyday to make myself a better person. I stay true to myself. I know when it's time to have fun and when it's time to be "mature". Why do I even need to be "mature" around people that just want to drink and have a good time all the time? I'm sorry, my wisdom is not needed when you're sitting there talking about how many drinks you've had, or how a girl's outfit is so trashy, or the latest thing that happened in a show that you watch. Come and talk to me about something of substance if that's the side you want to see.
There may have been all those negative words to describe me, but that doesn't let me forget about all the positives I have heard lately. "hard-working" "passionate" "bubbly" "sweet" "motivated" "strong" "inspiring"
I don't need to prove to anyone that I'm "mature" and it's not like I'm going to go and post this blog on everyone's page. I just needed to let it out there. I am me. I'm goofy, fun-loving, empathetic to the most ridiculous extent, laid-back, and just a normal girl. I'm creating myself just like everyone else and writing my story one laugh at a time, one tear at a time, one word at a time.
