Weird.

I may be getting older. Wiser? Perhaps. Why am I still blogging and not in bed? My answer to not wanting to get old. This has been a serious issue recently. Since when was any part of being 20-29 old? I feel like I'm going through the terrible twenties sometimes. 

Anyway, that is not my reason for writing. I've realized that in my youth I am wise. Looking back on my posts about my [now] ex boyfriend make me smile because at the time I truly enjoyed his company and we had an amazing time together. I learned a lot about myself and what I need to make a relationship work. I also learned what I am not willing to put up with and how much strength I have. 

I've been on a few dates with a few guys since then... nothing serious yet. Who cares? I'm 21... I don't need to commit to anyone except Doctor Who. 

Honestly, I can't even commit to reading one book at a time. I'm currently reading The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray as well as The Best American Nonrequired Reading. I'm not much of a highlighter person, but reading BANR, I am tempted to highlight the phrases and passages that really hit me hard in any way. They just make sense to me and I've never really read something that encapsulates what I can't put into words myself.