This girl scared me so much as a child yet I couldn’t look away.
So cheers to the last hours of being 20. It has really been such a joyfilled year of growing. I have learned that growing up is now slamming me in the face and being single just puts you into a pool of uncertainty. I now know not to trust or believe in anyone and that a lot of people are immature. But then that puts me in a weird spot because I don’t want to grow up and be mature. In fact my biggest fear is growing up and the fact that next year is my last year in college makes me want to vomit. But being 20 was great. I’ve never had so many experiences and I’ve really learned who will be by my side
for the rest of my life. And I should be overwhelmed with excitement on turning 21 and a part of me is. And the there’s the other part of me that can’t believe how fast time has gone. And worries about what happens after 21. I honestly have no desire in getting old. And my anthropology teacher pointed out that within five years most of us will
Be starting to get married. And that just freaked me out more then anything. Because that just means I can’t go back. I’ll never be as young again as I am right now as being 20. Mabye I’m thinking to much. Or Mabye i wish I could celebrate my birthday with my friends from home. I am excited to be 21. Yay for booze. But from now on it’s just a whole new chapter. Who am I as a artist. What am I trying to say. Who am I as a person. What are goals in life. Who will I fall i love with. What is my career going to be. Can I just go and move to Cali already.