thinking alot lately, not writing it out though. like i should.
time is passing quickly. im working a shitty job with shitty pay. but im working and thats what ive been wanting for the last year.
he's working. which is what he's needed for a long time now.
and now that we have jobs we made a decision to get apartment together when the rent at my place is up in june.
time is weird
it sneaks up on you, and its good when it fast forwards through the shitty parts. but sucks when it slows back down and your stuck in a shitty time.
and i not really sure where i am right now. im happy. but im afraid.
i was raised by my parents to follow a certain list of rules. and im breaking every one of those. and i guess this is growing up. getting older and making my own decisions. but its scary cus everything in my head is telling me im doing everything wrong. and i get that feelingin my stomach that i am gonna get "caught". i know its just emotional trauma from being rebellious in high school, but its haunting me
i love andrew with all my heart. i cant' sleep with out him next to me. he makes decisions for me when i cant decide where to get lunch. he likes that im strange.
i want to move in with him, we are practically living together now, but im still terrified of my parents, what they will think of me.
fuck it
i don't see myself doing the typical adult things anyways. what i mean is i see myself traveling, moving around alot. i see me and andrew living in diffrent cities and enjoying all the adventures. i want to get married, i really do, and i want to have kids, but me and andrew both dont want to rush into that, and we want to be a stable financial place before that happens...and i don't see that happeneing soon. im a fucking art student.
but i don't mind being poor as long as i have him, and i have my passions and my drive to create something beautiful..