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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Welcome to my world.</description><title>Untitled</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @eeleesah)</generator><link>http://eeleesah.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Being 18 DEFINITELY isn't what it seems...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;When most teenagers first turn 18, they are given a crazy party, a fancy party, and many more legal opportunities to &amp;#8220;FSU&amp;#8221;. But, when i turned 18; I didn&amp;#8217;t get any of that. No party, no friends, no cake. For my 18th bithday my mom explained to me what it truly meant to be an adult and that I had to start making contributions to my household. At the time, I was unemployed and had recently quit my job as a team member at Papa Murphy&amp;#8217;s (didn&amp;#8217;t exactly seem like working 2 hours a week was truly getting me anywhere) and I needed a new start. After that long talk, I went to my at-the-time boyfriend for some much-needed advice. All he could say was, &amp;#8220;well, she&amp;#8217;s right.&amp;#8221; Looking back on that conversation, I realized that when you&amp;#8217;re an adult, EVERYTHING changes. Those good days that most 18-19 year olds have are rare&amp;#8230;.it&amp;#8217;s honestly just ONE good day and maybe i shouldn&amp;#8217;t see the glass as half empty, but I feel as though I&amp;#8217;ve lost hope. I&amp;#8217;m currently a barista at Starbucks and an Ambassador for Pinkberry. But my only problem is that I don&amp;#8217;t have a car. My parents promised me a car, and they didn&amp;#8217;t exactly follow through with what they were going to say. So now here I am, without a car and two amazing jobs. Not having a car really takes time away from seeing those who matter and keep you grounded. I can&amp;#8217;t exactly have any &amp;#8220;girl time&amp;#8221; anymore because I can&amp;#8217;t drive myself. I can&amp;#8217;t go on random adventures with my friends. I can&amp;#8217;t go downtown and roam the streets, and I definitely can&amp;#8217;t see a man if I had one. Living at home is such a stressor, because with my family, I feel as though I can&amp;#8217;t even communicate with them unless it&amp;#8217;s from a business point of view. Even then, I still can barely stay in a good discussion with my mom and step-dad. Thinking about everything and how my life is not going my way right now has caused me such depression and i literally wake up in tears half the time. I honesly just needed to vent, so thanks. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://eeleesah.tumblr.com/post/48862283829</link><guid>http://eeleesah.tumblr.com/post/48862283829</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 13:18:05 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
