I'm usually so exited for my birthday but this year it's different. Am I suffering from a Peter Pan complex?
This might sounds stupid to a few of you but I think I'm on the edge of having a quarter life crisis. 21 is fun, you can legally start drinking and go clubbing in the US, 22 is amazing , 23 is cool, 24 is great but 25...
25 is that age where you have to start thinking about the future, become more serious in life, party less and be more mature and to be honest all of that scares me a little.
Ceesie is suddenly starting to analyze every aspect of his life. Like where is this going? What am I doing with my life? How long can I still be a model? Do I really like my job? Why aren't I married yet? Will I ever have kids?!
Maybe all of this doesn't happen to everyone, but it certainly happens to Ceesie. (and it's not that fun!)
I guess I'll just have to take a chill pill, I'm still 5 years away of that big scary age: 30!