My birthday came and went like many before it. I don't feel any different or any more prepared than I did before. I'm now 22. I'm past the "omg I JUST turned 21 yaaasss bitch" stage, and am just kinda hanging out in the "adult" area. It's pretty crazy that there are 22yr old's out there who are already married with kids. Yet here I am needing my mom to come with me to the DMV because I'm a child and can't figure it out alone. Also 0/10 the worst round of bingo I have ever played.
Birthdays are never a huge deal to us. We rarely celebrate a birthday on the actual day. We have some kisses then go back to watching t.v. like every other day. I haven't even had cake or presents yet because we combine my brother's birthday with mime since we're exactly 7 days apart. Birthdays are cool and all but it's mostly just a socially acceptable way to praise yourself. It really isn't my scene but I go along for the little ride. Its nice getting some minor attention, but my learning to be self-sufficient is more important.
Sunday, January 7, 2018
Feeling 22🎉
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