And it’s happiness with just me! I’m happy as a single 19 year old girl. And I found out that… no I’m not ready to be an adult yet. At least not entirely. I try to be self-sufficient, not ask for things, unselfish, responsible, making mature decisions… but finally, FINALLY I’m at this happy point in my life where I’m realizing… hey. I’m 19. It’s ok to make mistakes. It’s ok to still be young, to not think everything to death, to just enjoy myself and do what makes me happy. Am I selfish sometimes? Yeah. Do I make some sketchy decisions? Yeah. But I’m learning by living, not by being a worry wart or trying to be an adult when quite frankly, I’m just not yet. I mean, I know I said this already, but I’m 19. ONE NINE. I’m happy with who I am. I’m growing up but I’m no longer forcing it to happen. I’m letting it happen and I’m enjoying life.