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sacred of 20

 mmm.. I may look normal now but deep down I am really scared of my birthday this time... I am going to be 20..OMGG...I don't wanna grow up mann.....I am really scared of adulting my adulthood...omg my life is going to be a whole different level in this 20's I mean I will complete my degree or pg whatever it is called, maybe job something like that...huhh! don't know how life surprises me other than this...I was going to post this on my b'day but starting from this month I am unable to accept this thing that I am going to be 20. I know it's not a single-day thing... I mean I know there will be no sudden changes after my day but there will be definitely some changes after that gradually... this is too heavy and tiring mann... I know there are no one to judge me and order me for my age to do something or not, still, it's troubling me.. maybe I am overreacting but this is how I am feeling rn...

I have not at all done some crazy or great things in my teens, I regret some, I accept some, and I appreciate some of the things I have done.

I am confused, I know everyone has a different lifestyle but don't know why I feel like I missed a lot of things that I should have done and experienced and the sad thing is that my teenage is never going to come back. you know what I never went on a single trip or tour till now (isn't it a sad thing to feel) and I know this 20 b'day is going to be like some other normal day even when I want to celebrate( this is suddenly reminding me how unlucky i am ). okay bye, I don't want to disappoint myself from now. there are midterm exams for me from next week, wish me good luck, if I score a good score here that will be good for my future final exams. have a great day ... 


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