I’ll be 30 in seven years and 5 months. It’s going to go so fast. Hell I can’t even remember my first 2 years of my twenties. Your twenties are supposed to be about a time of care free moments, unforgettable times, nothing but laughs all the time. But instead for me it’s all about worrying. I worry about every fucking thing. It sucks.
I didn’t allow myself to experience different things. I held myself back from enjoying life. My older self will thank me, but currently I have to live in hell to someday hope to reach heaven. I constantly hold myself back. And for what?
I don’t know. That part of my life is done. I’m looking forward and I need to pull myself out of this stupid funk and get on my shit because ain’t nobody going to give me anything.
This is just temporary. I owe everybody my glo up. I owe it to my damn self to just shut shit down in the next two years. Gotta remember dreams never expire. And to never compare myself.
You got this girl. Hang in there.