Last of My Teen Year11:51:00 PM
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I'm nineteen! The last of my teen year and I'm going to make sure that I make the most out of it. Unlike the past times that I've dreaded being old, this year I didn't mind at all.
This year, I decided to try something different--I celebrate alone. Completely. I've always celebrated it with my family or friends or with a boyfriend. Now, I wanted to celebrate with myself, not out of spite or to make a statement, but rather as my own private symbol of how far I've come. (Giffin, 2005). I didn't get bored and sad. I marveled in solitude rather than drowning in loneliness.
First, I helped Anna pack loot bags for her charity. I didn't come with her though, blame it on my slow synapses, but I didn't think I could go with her.
Not finished yet.
Some one was attempting to sell me a massaging machine and he was making small talk. He asked me: "Mag-isa ka lang?", which struck me as one of those philosophical questions we can not provide an answer. I answered two seconds later.
I spent seven hours in the mall, a new record for me. I originally wanted to go to Tiendesitas but I feel exhausted just thinking of the commute.
The time for pigging out is every day, especially today.
“Friendship with oneself is all important, because without it. one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.”