Today, I realized that:
1. I haven’t had fun in a while.
2. I won’t be having MORE fun in a while.
I don’t know which hurts more: the realization or the acceptance.
I think I turned into someone I don’t like (hate is too strong of a word to use to describe myself; I’m being gracious here because I can be too hard on myself), which happened to be someone I thought I should be up until recently. Now that someone wants to break out of that shell and rediscover an entirely new side, but she does not have the time, freedom and convenience in the world to do so. What’s that girl gotta do?