Twenties Turning Up...
I told myself I was going to stop drinking like that. I told myself I would start doing better than that. I told myself I didn't want to date again. I told myself I would never allow another person to take me out my element. My best "turnt up" days will always be in my twenties. Waking up not knowing how you got home. Waking up next to a random guy. Taking shots after shots and closing the club down. A Train wreck, is what some might call it. But to me, I'm just living in my early twenties. I took some time off from blogging to get to know myself. And what I can say is I love myself. I love all the random fun times I have. To be honest, I have been hurting from a certain situation. Something that I want to share but is afraid of. I know when the time is right I will, but until then I'm going to turn up in my early twenties. I often wondered about my mistakes and the wrong choices that I have made. These are the type of things that can make or break a person. These things didn't break me..they made me. They made a stronger person to point where if another situation would arise, that situation wouldn't break me either. Started dating this guy name "The Promoter". Funny thing with this guy is, I like him but our situation reminds me of "My Ex" and I seven years ago. Is this something that I want? I turned up last Saturday and didn't turn down until I woke up Sunday realizing that I miss my meeting with my new manager. I gave "The Promoter" a copy of my keys. I was drunk. A part of me wants a relationship with him. Then again another part of me wants to be free spirit have no ties to anyone type of thing. I'm turning up in my twenties and I don't want love. Every time I meet a guy, he seems to be Haitian. It's funny. I laugh in my mind but to be honest I'm afraid if I go to a family reunion they might all be cousins of some sort. I guess it's okay since I am talking to the cousin of the cousin of the guy I use to date. I'm turning up in my twenties. I'm shaking things up a bit. Haven't blogged in a while and it feels good to be back at it. So here is to this traumatic life changing situation that made me start blogging again. After all, I am just young black and living but damn can I get these pictures from Saturday night spammed off Instagram.
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