Twenty-two held a lot of significance for me. The reason why I consider it to be such a big deal is because it reminds me of my failures. Okay, maybe “failures” is a little too extreme, “shortcomings” is probably more accurate.

The reality is I thought I’d have more than I do when I reached this age. I am not talking about material possessions, more along the lines of experiences. I still can’t drive (the streets are probably safer because of this as I am horrendous behind the wheel). I still live with my parents because it’s convenient for me to and because I am afraid to go out on my own. I have never been in love (as Taylor Swift says “boys are lame”). My friend group is limited to two people who live very far away.

Alongside this, I do not know what my life looks like two years from now. This is the struggle of multi-talented people. All I know is, I’d still be venting online about everything and anything. Is there a solution to this mental pollution? If there is let me know. Thanks in advance.