Tonight I felt this strange feeling of dread. I’m turning 26 in two months.
Ten years ago I was sixteen years old. Today I live an unrecognizable life, with completely different problems and people.
Today, I have the freedom to build the life I desire.
That idea is exciting. It’s also crushing with responsibility.
The idea of the progression of life scares me. The idea of never feeling those butterflies of your first kiss again. The idea of all the things that brought me joy decaying into time. The changes to my body and mind.
There’s something so cruel about life. I don’t know how else to put it. It’s an endless march and there’s no going back.
Time just keeps flying.
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