The Big 21

On the eve of my 21st birthday which was Thursday night, I tried so hard not to bring out the melancholic side of me. You must be like "it's the big 21, why would you be melancholic? You should be excited". Let's just say the reality of becoming a legit adult was hitting me hard in the face and it was a painful blow.

It's not as if I wasn't ready to grow up. Well, let's just say it was because this new age was a soft reminder that a whole lot of responsibilities & demands were going to come my way and it all seemed too overwhelming. Therefore, I wasn't gingered enough for my birthday. The inner part of me which can sometimes be a savage said "better snap out of it; you're old" 😕

Let's just say at this point I've gathered all the zest I can to survive this. I actually have no option than to survive this. Abi?

Cheers to a new age and adulthood. Wish me luck. 😩😌

PS: If you're reading this and you wished me a happy birthday, thank you again. 😘