i wont lie, its pretty intense.

life can't get realer than 22. adulthood has embraced me & suddenly its feeling like nostalgia kicked my ass & sent me sobbing for the easy days...like a year ago..still in college. in a few days i'll be 22, but there will be no change because mentally this year has been intense from the start. jan 1 may as well have been my birthday, or may 19 when i left radio city music hall an official college grad. we're headed into mid twenties & all the decisions that lie ahead...aaah. i can't decide between grabbing an iced caramel macchiato, laying out by the pool and blissfully (intentionally) soaking in the last of my enjoyment (granted, guiltfully)...or diligently mapping out the road ahead (hard..hard...work)...decisions decisions. i guess its all i ever wanted: adulthood. why was i in such a rush? someone shoulda told me to take a detour...