Monday week, so in nine days from now, I will be twenty years old. I actually cannot believe this is happening to me. I've been a teenager for nine years, and it's has felt like thirteen years due to the whole acting/being older naturally.
However, this can only be a good thing. My teenage years haven't really been the best. There has been some good points, obviously, but I've dealt with more drama, heartache and isolation than anyone wants to experience.
Not to mention that being an 'Adult', rather than a teenager (because, let's be honest, I've been Adult for the past 4 years.), has it perks. I'm still very very young, I understand that completely. But there is a vast difference between nineteen and twenty for someone like me. Also, on the VERY SAME day I'll be beginning my second year of university, which is fun... Things won't be so scary and new. High school is now far behind me.
And hopefully strangers will stop patronising me when they find out my age, or criticise my relationship with my boyfriend and I will no longer have to deal with all of that bullshit any more (Who am I kidding? That won't stop. I just wish things will ease up a bit...)
Its time to get a job and start being more professional. Not that I'm not already professional, but there is a lot of room for improvement.
Now is the time to rethink my appearance as well. I won't stop the striped stocking and socks, because I love them. But I will be retiring some of my less loved articles to op shops or charity donations, and to try and make more of a completed wardrobe.