These are my thoughts as I brush my teeth before going to bed.
Is there an age where you stop being afraid to grow older?
23 in a month, that's so old, I'm getting further and further away from 21 (my Instagram age) and further away from 15 (the age where I realized I was behind on fulfilling my dreams).
23 becomes 29 becomes 39 becomes 70. It will fly. And then comes death. Life is so short. I see my parents getting old and they see their parents getting old. Life is too short.
I need to learn guitar, start my fashion blog, get the job I want, study if I want to, travel where I want to, live where I want to.
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