Because you have to fall, in order to grow.
Holy damn, I morphed into a 19-year-old on December 31. I guess, I'm gonna stay 18 forever. You know, young at heart, always. Like, what's the fun in being a grown-up? Hahah. However, 18 is really the mean age (in my life) by which I have made my major decision about who I am and what I like. This is constantly changing and readjusting itself forever of course, but it is pretty much in place at the age of 18. The year has been a thrilling year. Many exciting moments and there are difficult times too, a lot. I'm having a good time, when suddenly *BOOM* I'm 19 now.
Being a half-adult. 12 months to go until I'm 20. 12 months before I'm feeling like being abruptly pushed off a cliff into adulthood. I think I should really do something this one full year. But, what?
Being a half-adult. 12 months to go until I'm 20. 12 months before I'm feeling like being abruptly pushed off a cliff into adulthood. I think I should really do something this one full year. But, what?
Oh, whatever.
*sing a long to "18 Till I Die"*
*enjoying life*
*sing a long to "18 Till I Die"*
*enjoying life*
Cheers to youth!
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