Life Goes On

My blogging has not been as consistent as I would have liked them to be.

I have been so busy lately, yet maybe not so busy at all.

Caring for the wrong people, being down for all the wrong reasons and still, continuously learning what I should and should never do.

It was my best friend's 18th the other day. A day we had been talking about since we were 15. The idea of clubbing, drinking and finally being legal for just about anything. So why was it that I found myself saddened in my bathroom, preparing to head up to her apartment?

I suppose a part of me realised, surrounded by all of her own friends she had collected along the way, we really do have our own lives.

I am so caught up in my own life that I barely acknowledge those I briefly meet.

Her 18th was a day that I saw to be exciting for the both of us. But, it's true. I am no longer a close relation in her life and that is unfortunately, just how is goes.

My birthday is approaching too!

Part of me wants a weekend, apartment filled with good company and a few parties, though something else is driving me to go on a road trip and then camp for a few days.

Birthday's just aren't my thing.

Honestly, it's an annual event that I dread more than Christmas.

Oh bloggers.

There is a topic I am baffled by.

My eldest sister, Rebekah.

It feels lonely to know that there is a woman out there, born by the same mother as I, who does not want to know who I am.

I wonder what went wrong all those years ago to make her despise myself and my family.

Often I ponder on the questions if she were to think of me, or what her last memory of us all together was.

My mind cursed with more poisoned thoughts of university.

In a way, I can sense turmoil heading in my direction, but I also sense strength as my response. Now I have more power of situations and a positive attitude towards conquering this new, yet non surprising, obstacle.