Sunday is the big day. The big 2-3.
Help.
I know that 23 is not old, and that some of y’all reading this are like “chiiiiild, you still a baby”. But I’m still a little panicky. Like, 23 is damn near 25. And 25 can see 30 in the distance. 30’s waving at 25 like “get your shit together or I won’t be pretty”. I know “30’s the new 20” thanks to Sex In The City, longer life expectancies and our Lord and Savior, Jay-Z. But I’m a mess at 23 and I don’t want to be a mess at 30 and WHAT IF I DON’T EVER GET MARRIED??????
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