Every year, when I turn a year older, I become disappointed. Even if you wait till midnight, you feel exactly the same. This year, though, I felt different. I mean, I looked the same (no surprise there) but it was as if I experienced an epiphany. For the first time, i felt older, wiser.
I know that I have grown as a person in confidence. I know who I am now and where I want to be. I'm done with trying to change myself for anyone-even for a cute boy that can make my knees go weak.
It was a hard realization to make, though, that I still have alot of growing up to do.The fact remains that I need to stop worrying about what people think. No matter how much i preach about how it doesn't matter what others think, it's almost a habit for me to wonder what others say about me. That part of me needs to do exactly what my insecurity did last year: disappear.
This coming year is my year to really mean it when I say: Who cares what anyone thinks?
