Some of them hide.
I spent my 25th birthday mostly alone.
It seemed a little pointless to celebrate reaching another year of life since the preceding year felt so incredibly void of anything extraordinary.
I spent my 24th year mostly alone.
Caught up in *~*the grind*~* of fitness, I avoided pretty much any other social activity that makes your twentysomethings SOMETHING.
I did have a few memorable experiences, but I can count them all on one hand, and they are littered with restrictive, obsessive habits and feelings of self-consciousness.
I am going to change this.
Here, I will document my personal challenges as I strive to be more twentysomething… for accountability’s sake.