The last 31 days of the year.
The last chance to do something. To make something. To change something.
I'm not going to deny that I'm nervous. scared. anxious. excited. About everything.
My birthday is in 25 days.
What?
I feel like my last birthday just happened a few months ago, not a year ago.
I'm going to be 19.
19 is an ugly number. It's an awkward one. You're a teenager, but you're about to be in your 20's. It's just going to be really strange.
The future can stay where it's at because I'm too busy trying to still realize the present has already arrived.
Heaven help us.
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