Celebrated my 24th birthday yesterday. I'm still here in California staying with my boyfriend and his family. It's been two months. We planned to go to downtown San Francisco. I planned to go thrifting but I started to have a bad case of sniffles. It was prolly because I got caught in the rain the other day and some symptoms of Nicotine Withdrawal. (that's right, I stopped smoking days ago.)
I woke up feeling really heavy. So there goes our trip to the north. Stayed in the bed until lunch time and headed to the South to Santa Cruz. T'was a very simple day. I don't want to make a fuss anyway. I didn't bother to have some friends and invited them for a drink to death party. I am way over that. And that what makes me really old huh?
Come to think of it, I am old. Old enough to make decisions with my life. I know I am but why am I scared? I'm in the other side of the planet and I'm afraid to tell my parents that I'm not going back anymore. (not yet.) I'm afraid to tell them that I'm planning to stay with Jeff. I'm afraid that they will get a ticket and go straight to the US and make me go home. (I had my share of those moments back in Highschool) I'm afraid that they would get mad at me and be disappointed. I don't want to do it again. I know there's no other way, I can't go back home and be away from him again. I mean, we're already together. I just don't know how to tell them. But I really have to right?
ugh. I'm having my quarter life crisis. It's not even a week after my birthday!