So my boyfriend's birthday is this week, and mine is only 2 months from today and I think I'm freaking out a little. I have always had a hard time saying goodbye to my year. I was born at 9 or so in the morning and even when I was 7 or so, I remember holding my breath to hold onto my age for as long as I possibly could when that minute changed over. I would try to bring my 7 year old breath into a little of my 8th year. Crazy! I know!
So this year is no different. I am only 20 right now, and I am so excited to be 21 and get to actually go out at night to bars or clubs, but I am nostalgic and anticipating feeling really old.
Okay, no more whining about imaginary problems... goodnight loves.
And P.S. It won't be so bad to be old if I'm even half the bad-ass these women are.