So, here I am searching the net, as you do, and I find this old blog site of a poor disillusioned young teenage girl with the whole world against her.
Well, have I never seen more colourful language and interesting views of life from someone so young. And I thought I was bad.
The truth is, this is the sort of youth I would love to offer my help to. The sort of person who truly believes there is absolutely no where to go, no one to turn to.
BEEN THERE... and its bullshit dear stranger, there is ALWAYS an alternative, and there is ALWAYS help.
Teenage years really quite frankly SUCK with a capital S.U.C.K!
What I remember most intensely about them is the constant feeling of loneliness, self pity, depression, anxiety and the underlying fear that something big was going to happen by my 18th birthday and that I wasn't going to make that day.
Now I am 22 years and 11 months. And the further away I am from those years, the more and more rediculous all those seem, and the more and more happier I become.
Of course, I do partially owe my happiness to moving to Wellington, doing what I want to do and the beginning of truly finding myself... but its early days.
Maybe its my subconscious desire to help people over-running my conscious being because it has been so long since I have volunteered my time to something good.
I guess there is always time for that, for now, I think, the spare time I do have I need to spend on my own self healing process because it has stalled for to long.
Moving next Sunday, can't bloody wait...
Peace out, T.
