so yesterday I went temporarily insane and forgot how old I was. I gave myself an extra year and told someone I would be 23 this September. this is false. I will only be 22. for a moment yesterday when I thought I was going to be 23 this September I imagined myself in ten years going to a job I hate and coming home at night to an empty house except for a cat or two that would beg for food. but then I remembered I hadn't wasted a year in nothingness and I could wake up this morning telling myself
I'm only 21 its okay that I haven't planed out every second of my life
its okay to feel lost sometimes
its okay that you haven't been kissed
it doesn't make you a bad person
just because all the girls you knew in High School are getting married
your okay your only 21
