What.

I'm going to be 23 next month.
It feels weird, because when I was younger, I could never comprehend being an adult.
I always thought I was some weird breed of human, and that I would never grow up or get older.

Here I am. grown up and older. And still growing up and getting older.

I'm afraid that I'm going to wake up, 30 years old and nothing accomplished. I feel that way sometimes. Unaccomplished. I really can't think of anything that I've done to better my life or the world. I feel like I have nothing to show for it.

I guess there are worse things in life than being unaccomplished.

Hey, at least I'm not in jail?