Recently, my boyfriend got a job and I am very proud of him, I mean I have to, I’m his girlfriend/datefriend (whatever the gender neutral term is) and I have to support him and such (well not have to, but I do truly support him and I’m proud of him), but it made me realise how much I need to grow up and do things. Or not grow up, because like you don’t have to grow up, you get older and you can be mature in some cases but you do need to do this and that.
First blog post of the year (I need to blog regularly, it bugs me that I don’t), and I’m going to be talking about death. Well, the start of 2016 wasn’t too excited for me anyways to have some sort of up beat new entry blog post. So there’s that. But to warn anyone reading that I might talk about anything triggering like death, suicide, cancer, loss of a loved one… but if you can handle it go on ahead.