I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
Picture this; me sitting there in athletic shorts and an old, oversized university sweatshirt, giggling about how I can’t blow out the trick candles. Me! The most conceited, egotistical, attention loving person. But this is all I wanted for my 23rd birthday. Just a day of laziness and happiness and that is what I got.