I never thought there'd come a day when I'd cringe at the thought of my age but not for the reason that most people would think. I'm a year older now, 24 to be exact. It feels surreal because so much has already happened and yet so much hasn't. I feel like I'm in an "in between" phase. I think I know what to do and yet I don't. But looking back, 24 years is quite a lot of time and boy I never imagined it to be such a roller coaster.
So today, I decided to spit out some word vomit. Don't worry I'm not going down the Cady Heron/Regina George highway. Think about this as a more personal and casual post. A friend talking to a friend. Something a little more easygoing and unfiltered unlike my fictional, poetic and well-curated posts. This is more of me and my thoughts spilling. Just spilling.