So January is over and I officially turned 21 ( Yay! Me!) right? I mean turning 21 from what I saw from tv and culture meant everything. I mean no more child like appearance, no more pain, no more depression, and no more being limited based upon my age. I thought I would suddenly grow into a beautiful, curvacious, sexy, club-hitting, drinking adult. And that society or my parents will give me a apartment in which I could live in, in addition to a possible boyfriend for life (husband) and the world will start to want me. But I found turning 21 was smaller than I thought.
What do I mean by smaller?
Simple, turning 21 was not that big of a deal. I mean yes drinking and clubbing is always fun. I won’t deny it. But drinking to my heart’s desire and clubbing was not what I really wanted…
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