On Tuesday I turned 20. It’s weird because for me I wasn’t excited at all for my birthday, I was actually dreading it. I spent my birthday working…I worked all morning and all evening and had literally like 5 hours of sleep. I stared at the clock before midnight because I wanted time to go slower. What I’m pretty much saying is that I wanted to be 19 forever. As immature as that sounds, it was what I wanted.
Like I’m officially out of my “teens” I could say because the word “teen” is no longer in my age. Think about it. When you’re 19, people still think you’re considered young. Now that I’m 20, I guess I’m gonna have no choice but to sort of grow up and get out of that highschool teen stage. Most of my friends either just finished highschool or are still in it for another year. It sucks that I can’t say I’m 20-teen haha. But being serious, I just didn’t like the fact that I’m getting old. I’ve entered into my 20′s! These should be the best and hard times of my life and yet there I was all depressed that I was turning 20. But you can’t really blame me because in all honesty, getting old isn’t always a good thing. But during the week, I got the chance to think to myself and really analyze the situation.
During the week I was thinking to myself that I just gained some amount of respect now that I’m 20. My parents are going to have to (or eventually) look at me as more of an adult and give me more freedom and independence. That’s all I really ask for from them. But obviously when I need them, I hope they’ll be there. So far they have been. And even to the public eye, I’m hoping that people will take me seriously. In a way, near the end of the week…I finally accepted the fact that I was 20 and instead was pretty happy I was. I’m excited to see what my 20′s have in store for me and hopefully I’ll enjoy them!