The older I get the more I regret … and the less time I seem to have with my loved ones, friends, and everything else that gets put off to the side. I’m trying so hard to be a good student let alone a sixteen-unit Interior Design student and work as much as possible at the Buck. I feel like my social life love life and basically my life has been sucked into a black hole. I miss the carefree days of my younger twenties but now that I’ve realized twenty-five is around the corner am I freaking out over a number? Or am I freaking out over the fact that I feel like one person in a world of millions upon millions of talented people younger older and the same age. Age is only a number, and speaking of numbers I’m horrible at math. And that’s why I’ve become so behind in graduating college … don’t even want to explain. If I could go back in time five years ago and change a couple things boy would I be different today … I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Must get over myself and just keep moving forward facing life’s little challenges one at a time. But this makes sense as I’ve noticed I’ve been more closed off and not as social and affectionate. I’m sorry.
