You can’t make anyone love you, and if you could, it wouldn’t be worth it. Still, getting dumped hurts. Yes, yes: intellectually, I know it could never have “worked out” with Sean, and like my breakups with Ronna and Shelli, this will prove a blessing in the long run. But right now I feel like crying.
Sometimes you catch yourself saying “Back in the good old days,” when you refer to Kindergarten, when naptime was a thing.
Be FREE in Me. Be free in who I am. Who you are. Free yourself from stereotypes, and other people’s opinions. No one can dictate who I should be but me.
As the day gets closer when 25 will be a number I say much more than 24, I realize the one thing that I continuously want from life is happiness.
Your mom is most likely your best friend.
When teenagers have never heard of the TV shows you watched as a child. Your 13 year-old cousin has no idea who Doug or Hey Arnold are.
You can’t stand younger people. Thoughts such as “Was I THAT obnoxious?” and “Where are these children’s parents?” cross my mind quite frequently.
When a little girl asks you what a VHS is, and you suddenly feel like you’re 23 going on 89.
When all the freshman can go out on a Monday and you’re like “What?! How?! Don’t you people have work to do?!” you feel old. This past year I’ve realized that there is a huge difference between the age of 18 and the age of 21. And that difference is simply being an adult.
The grace period for being a mess is over.