…or at least, that’s how it seems at times when I see my family.
Apparently, it’s not okay for me to be happy with where my life is at right now in certain aspects.
But, when I’m not happy about where my life is at, that’s not okay either and I need to be more positive. Like what?
Is there ever going to be an age that I get to where my family quits thinking that I need their bullshit “guidance” on every little aspect of my life? When you pretend I don’t exist for two weeks at a time and I don’t die then I feel like that means that I’m doing just fine and probably don’t need you to tell me that if I had a boyfriend I’d be much happier or that if I had a dog instead of a cat my life would be better or whatever else everyone keeps telling me. And yeah, that’s the kind of stuff they hound me about, literally just talking shit about my single with cats lifestyle. Which I am very happy with, thank you very much!
Well anyway, that’s my venting session after pretty much not logging onto this website in four months. Now that my semester is coming to an end you may very well be hearing from me more often, because I haven’t particularly had free time due to the craziness of my semester. Maybe I’ll even post an update about my life later this week since it’s been so long (except for spoiler alert: nothing much has happened so don’t get too excited). We’ll see.