I don't remember this photo being taken, I've never seen it until a few days ago. I don't know how old I was, where we were, what I'm holding - I only remember being extremely shy and hated having my photo taken, which is probably why very few photos of the kid-me exist.
So there I am, over 3 decades ago - what happened?! How did I get so old, so fast, and yet I still don't know who I am? *panics*
*goes to sit down and breathe*
Sometimes it hits me how little time we have on this earth, and how unfair it is... I want to cry. Every day is precious and right now I am pissing them away pining for Vegas, pining for our life together to finally begin.
Sure I'm alive and living as best I can, working and being social and trying to better myself - but it's still a big pause, a wait and a test of faith.
I need to go visit my aging grandparents in their nursing homes before they pass away. I haven't seen my parents in months, yet they are only a 3-hour drive away. I have friends who live in the same city which I haven't seen in months. WTF am I doing with my life? What is WRONG with me?