it was my birthday yesterday. I’m now 23 years old, crazy right? I never cared much about birthdays, it always felt weird to me. I never understood why people made such a big thing out of it. This year was kind of hard for my mind. My age was always just a number, but for some reason, 23 felt pretty scary. 23 feels like a grownup age and i still have nothing figure out. Nothing. and that, that scares me. When i was 16, i believed that people in their 20s knew what the hell they were doing and i couldn’t wait to be at that place in my life. Now that i’m in it, i can see how wrong i was. I have absolutely no idea of what i’m doing and i can only wonder what 16yo Sarah would think if she saw 23yo Sarah. Still lost, still unsure, still dreaming. I think she would freak out in silence, i was always good at doing that.
Anyway Monday, yesterday was a weird day. I got calls and texts from people i barely talk to, i’ve overthink my life and i ate way too much cake.
i’m still not sure if it was a good or a bad day.