*Queue the Taylor Swift song*
This week, I turn 22. There is something huge about the gap between being 21 and turning 22, in my eyes anyways. It seems like such a massive step in comparison to being 20 and turning 21. I feel like 22 is an age of an adult, and I am certainly by no means, an adult. Sure I have responsibilities and bills to pay, but I don't want to accept that the days of coming home from school and doing whatever the hell you wanted too, are THAT long ago. That's a scary thought.
Another year, another year wiser (probably not in my case), but here's to 22 years spent on this planet, with still no ounce of a clue as to how I want to spend the rest of my life. Cheers.
Happy birthday to me.
Amber X
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