Everything is different but it’s all the same. Looking back, it’s has been a long way, but it’s so slow isn’t it? I’m the same girl who decided not get hitched when I was 13. I still listen to rap, rock and old songs. I still write, whenever and wherever. Day dreaming is still my favourite pastime. I still use music as my timer, I got that from a camp I went to back then and I never stopped doing that ever since. I’m joyful and peaceful too. I still don’t find the need to explain myself to people.
I still do everything I used to. I belt out some notes when I’m alone driving. I don’t like anything pink. Black is my favourite colour. I have my morning rituals, which is get up, have breakfast before my day begins. Then at night I wash my face, brush my teeth and day-dream my way through. There are still things that I keep doing. When I wash my hands I still check how dirty it is. There are still things that I keep doing.
I have noticed, that my life might have big changes but I haven’t lost who I am. New things, I have added though, I only drink warm coffee once in the morning, then if it’s after 11:00 AM I want my coffee cold. Regardless of the weather, may it be sunny or snowing. I don’t take so long when I shower.
I just thought maybe my inside world is too colourful of a universe for me to feel the need to have my outside life as mundane as possible. As mediocre as the life I have lived, in my own little world I live a grand life. So who’s to say about who is living a happy life and who isn’t?