Here comes May.
I always feel super afraid and insecure when it comes to May.
Guess why?
Yes, my birthday. I've told everyone not to be so exaggerating when it comes to my birthday celebration because everyone needs to remember that my biggest phobia is getting old.
Please. Please. Please.
Maybe it was the responsibility, the demand for maturity, the commitment, the options, the aim for a better future, etc etc (yeah, the wrinkles kind of scared me too).
Most people will be asking me, what the hell are you afraid of? You are just turning 22 this year, for God's sake.
Okay, let's have fun like there's no tomorrow, just don't remind me that I'm getting one year older during our crazy-shit times. Tee hee.
Labels: on the way to ..., parts of journey, random thoughts, stress, therapy
