Fuck turning 22. Fuck having to ever have a ‘career’. Fuck being asked ‘when are you getting married?’ or ‘thinking of children yet?’ like hello, are you serious, fuck off. Fuck having to finally get my Provisionals, fuck home loans, fuck bank accounts, fuck new cars and people who are acting as if your a fucking alien because to you these things shouldn’t be scheduled, or forced upon. To me, the idea that I need to grow up or that I need to ‘start planning ahead’ is fucking ludicrous. I will never feel fulfilled, successful or happy because of any of those things and I hate the idea that people think I am a right weirdo because I feel this way. This does not make me a lost cause, it also doesn’t mean that I don’t have any personal goals or aspirations of my own. I’m just happy to take each day as it comes, as cliche as that sounds, it is the truth.