I'm sitting here, doing nothing in particular, listening to Laura Marling, being too hot and uncomfortable. I will turn 22 in an hour, for some reason I absolutely feel nothing. You can't change it anyway. I don't even wish I was younger, but by writing this simple word, I actually wish I was. Younger. I just want to be full of life, full of love, full of plans. I don't know what the future will bring but I beg the sky to bring me something good.
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