Growing up is exciting, but a little bit scary.
Accept and believe the compliments you receive.
The cliché is true: it’s not about the years you’ve had in life, but the life you’ve had in your years.
When you turn 21 people class you as an adult, but it’s not really until a few years after that you truly morph from a reckless teen into full-fledged adulthood.
I was once a boy, now I’m a man. It took me 29 years to get there, but I’ve arrived. It’s more than most men can say.
Dating is hard. Single is hard. Relationships are hard.
Lately, I’ve been spending my time learning truths. I mull over them, sucking on them slow like a hard candy in my mouth until the flavor runs out.
My love for old people began at church.
The Powerpuff Girls are 21.
You’re supposed to be just a number. An even, two-digit number that just so happens to rhyme with “dirty” — nothing more. So why do I continue to look at you with such trepidation and disdain?