Does it count as my birthday if I’m in Taiwan? I mean, technically, since I was born in the Central Time Zone of the United States, it’s not yet my birthday, so maybe I’m not actually 23 yet? Who knows. All I can say is I’m listening to Taylor Swift’s 22 and I’m trying to be nostalgic about my 22nd year of life.
Firstly, this post seems incredibly selfish to me. Things like this start off as my journal entries, but as I’m writing I realize that it sounds like I’m writing for a reader who is not necessarily me in the future. As a result, it may sound self-helpy. My whole journal is this way. And so I feel kind of weird making blog posts out of these because I think: who am I too think other people would care about what’s in my journal, in my mind. I guess if you don’t care you can stop reading, so I shouldn’t worry about wasting your time. I do not care if you stop reading, but please, if you do, go watch Broad City instead because that show is amazing.