I turn 21 tomorrow. WHERE DID THIS YEAR GO?
Well actually, it’s been rather excruciating in parts so I’m not entirely sad to see it go but I graduated and I spent time with friends and I wrote a lot and I danced and made videos and achieved things and ran out of money and rarely brushed my hair. So all was not lost.
In my head, 21 means: job, flat, perfect blow dry and plenty of energy. In reality it probably will mean something a little closer to soul-crushing terror and general pain, but bring it on. I am growing up and I can feel it happening like when a spot forms on your face but you feel the lump under your skin first, except this spot is a good spot. I look back at videos and pictures of me as a younger girl and no longer want to be that girl, most of the time. That girl didn’t have the friends I have in the way I have those friends now and that girl couldn’t take charge of her life in the way I hope to be able to. We’ll see.
Until then, LAST DAY OF BEING TWENTY. I believe it involves the aquarium, the mag mile and potentially Batman. Also a party.