I had a jarring realization the other day. I was shocked and angry when my eyes were opened to the truth of something I had allow happen to me. But instead of letting myself roil inside and get all eaten up about it, I took a step back to see where I had gone wrong; how I had let myself get this way
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If I had a defining phrase describing my childhood, it would be "I'm bored." I said it All. The. Time. Ask my mother. When I moved to New York, I told myself, "If you're ever bored, it's your own damn fault."
I'm 23. It keeps hitting me in little waves of realization. I'm 23. I've never been this old before. I was just 15. What happened to those years? I look at people and am about to say, "Oh, honey..." at their antics, and then I'm like, "Oh my goodness, I'm 23 now! How weird is that?!" People always say you grow so much between 18 and 25. They were right. But now I'm closer to the 25 side of things rather than the 18. I am almost a quarter century old, people!
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