Before I start writing this post, I would like to state once again I'm fully aware of the fact I'm 'only' 27. The operative word being 'only' here, since I feel like being 27 is pretty old. Anyway, I don't want to offend anyone older than me, so please read the rest of this entry with an open mind...
Okay, so here goes.. Remember when you were 18 years old, and you thought the world was there just to entertain you? It didn't matter shit what you did, you could just fool around as much as you pleased, and in the end (in your imagination) it would all work out, you would meet the person you would love for the rest of your life, and you'd be happy.
Flash forward to present... I'm fucking 27 now and I still don't have any prospect in spending the rest of my life with someone. There were three times in my life when I actually did believe I could pull it off, but right now? I don't know.
It seems as if all your hopes and wishes when you're younger just kinda disappear without notice, and suddenly the careless days are over. To me, I always figured 25 would be the age where I would be settled down with a guy I would love for the rest of my life. Didn't happen... Will it ever?
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