Grown up.

I read my other blog, the first and cried. Only because in 2009 i was convinced i was a grown woman, someone who didn't get persuaded by what others think and what other people think i should be.
I wrote that blog on here and left, i have been using another blogging website but have came to find i would rather write on here, without anyone knowing i am...me. Alot has happened from when i wrote on here first, i've been in love twice, fell out of love once. I've failed a college course i was so passionate about. I've lost friends, family and gained some people truely wonderful.
Before i start updating this blog regularly i want to just revisit what i have wrote previously on this blog...
I have to admit i no long have to go out my way to search for happiness within my day, but i should write i have found it in the shape of a man. A beautiful man, 21 years old; spontaneous, confident, loving and most of all he is mine, to keep me happy when i feel glum.
I also wrote on my previous blog that 'I try to never give up on the good times and I don't think there should be ever anything to regret.' but i have. i think i have so many regrets that it is impossible to write them all, but this will come in time, i shall write and write and write and hopefully come to terms with all the mistakes i have made in the past two years, and get to grips with all the great thing to have happened to me since may 2011.

I guess that is why i am writing this blog. i have so may thing i want to talk about, but not to a particular person, not someone who can give me advice, not someone who will ring me up and say that i should talk about things. i just want to write, about life and know that somewhere in the world, someone is reading this, and maybe, just can relate to it and feel better.