On Wednesday, I turned 27.
Right now there is a lot of changes happening in my life. I'm still stuck in a depressive episode. The world seems like it's constantly on fire.
I turned 27 anyway.
I'm not sad that I am 27 necessarily. I am sad that time seems to just move forward so violently without considering the fact that I need more of it. SO MUCH MORE OF IT. I feel like such a failure for having had no success in anything I have actually wanted success in. My accomplishments at this point seem so small and insignificant.
I know we all feel aging and we all feel inadequate. I am by no means suffering through anything special. I also know I DO have things to be proud of in my life but that doesn't change how I feel like crap right now.
Please enjoy some cute pictures of me as an adorable child to even out the existential dread.
