Would it make me a vain person if I were to say I liked taking selfies? I don't know. There's just something satisfying about a good selfie on a horrid day. It makes me happy and if that makes me vain, then I guess I am.
It just dawned upon me that I don't take pictures outside of the house. I don't have pictures that aren't selfies. Cause why? 1) I don't leave the house 2) There's no one to take pictures of me
Do I sound bitter yet? Probably.
I see my old friends putting themselves out there, living their liv-, no, youth with utmost enthusiasm and gusto whereas I'm stuck in a limbo. Wait, how old am I?
18? Already? Am I supposed to still feel this way?
Angsty, temperamental and so lost.
My early teen years flew by like a freight train and I was living day by day, second by second without any plans for the future. At the time, all I thought was, let everything end, I want to feel young again so let all these things end.
Now that it has ended, what am I supposed to do? I didn't think this far. I just wanted everything to be over and because I was such a cynical person, I didn't think it would. I thought it would drag out longer and suck the youth entirely out of me.
Thank God it didn't but now what?
Am I supposed to go out and socialize? Do I pick up the phone to call an old friend? Create social media accounts and get to know people? Participate in Whatsapp chats? Explore the world? Save up to go travelling?
Are those things what kids my age do nowadays?
I feel so odd not having proper things to do, things to worry about (there still are, but the percentage has decreased a lot) and things to just think about so that I won't be left in a pool of festering negativity.
I've always been pessimistic but now that there's nothing to distract me, I've become the loveliest bundle of sunshine with her blinds drawn shut 90% of the time.
