Before February ends, I figured I'd sit down and write. This is a little overdue, but I just realized I survived an entire year and some, not knowing what the heck I was feeling on January 12th, 2016 (insert huge question mark here). Maybe some things really are better left in the dark. Also, I feel like I skipped through the whole of last year without acknowledging or even realizing the fact that I was 19, and suddenly, I'm 20 and it feels so so strange to say that - quite like the taste of an odd flavoured sweet in my mouth. Not exactly a bad taste... just unfamiliar, really, and it makes me feel as if i've jumped a year in life (or even more).
On being 20: granted, such a momentous age is, as expected, yet another opportunity to once again prove my timeless immaturity and absolute lack of common sense, as was proven by the way shit went down last month - which is, really, the best way i may describe how i absolutely screwed up. The bright side - which took me close to a month to see - however, is that I still find (many) reasons to be happy and utterly grateful. And I guess in the end, that's all that matters; I'm hoping this side of me continues to grow as i enter my 20's.
To February and the amazing (despite bumpy) three-month break I've had: adios for now.