So I've only been around for X number of years and in my whole life, I've only cried tears of joy four times.
Or at least I think it's only been four.
The first time was when I came home from Hobart for my 18th birthday. I stepped into my bedroom and cried because I couldn't believe I was home! (You can only imagine how much of a hell hole I thought Hobart was.)
The second time was when I won Flydol (so corny and cheesy and embarrassing, I know) and I'm sure you saw that coming. It's a strange feeling when you know your whole life's ahead of you yet you don't know what's coming!
The third time (and maybe fourth and fifth and sixth but we'll just bundle that up into one) was during my birthday because I never realised how many people actually love me.
Fuzzy feelings. Me likes.
And finally today. Or yesterday. Whatever. Times get all screwy when your shift is from 10pm to 1am.
Today has made whatever sh!t that's happened over the last ten months completely worth it.
0 had an epiphany:
Post a Comment