25

I just turned 25. I must admit that I was petrified.

My best attempt at the Blow video

I could feel the cold hand of death creeping up behind me, his slow frigid breathing making the hairs on my neck stand up ready to strangle the life out of my body.

Okay, I'm being a tad bit overdramatic, but I can say that in a culture that glorifies youth, and tells us that "The youth will rule" a part of me wants to stay in that circle of young people doing stuff that will change the world and make an impact. I'm going to focus on taking it step by step, day by day, and continue buying my clothes on sale. I've learned I'm not as alone as I think I am. I'm surrounded in love and positivity, I've never felt that before, but it's a feeling that I can hopefully become comfortable with. 

Friendsz. 

But here's to a new year. Hopefully, I don't fuck it up.