i wanna live with no regrets. in ten years will I remember being twenty? I can’t remember being ten. it scares me how I have approx 15 more years of youth left. will I remember my youth after a decade? two?
why does age scare me? ten years ago I would have given anything to be just a couple years older. i love when people call me mature, when bartenders ask me what i want to drink without ever asking for id. but now all I want to do is stay twenty forever. i don’t care if I never turn twenty one. i don’t drink anyways and twenty is such a good, even number.
am I vain? is it because i want to stay youthful forever? no my mother still looks thirty and she’s like fifty so I have some damn good genes that’ll keep me going for a while
then what is it?
is it fear that i won’t have enough time to see everything I want to see and do everything I want to do?
it could be this. live with no regrets & youre only young once
I wanna try everything. I wanna be reckless and adventurous and loving and awed
I wanna feel everything anyone before me has felt and I wanna do it now
I wanna feel things and do things no ones ever thought of or felt before
I wanna be the best and I wanna be the first to get there
but then other times I couldn’t give a fuck. people need to keep themselves out of my business because I can do it by myself.
and then other times it’s nice not to have to. I want to love and be loved
I wanna live!
