I turn 24 in exactly two weeks (the 19th, how it looms.) I'm trying not to turn this into the deal I usually do. I'm better off, now, after all; I have worked, I have lived by myself, I have paid the bills on time like a responsible adult.
I'm close to a quarter of a century old and I have not romantically loved (unless, you know, you count seven years and a handful of days of infatuation.) I have not physically loved (unless, you know, you count self-love), and I have not seen a penguin up close. I feel... lacking.