

Not a very glamorous photo, but an honest one. Today was my birthday. Well, technically yesterday, since it's past midnight now. I don't like ageing. It's not about looking old, I know I don't look old. But I fear running out of time, not living my life and figuring it out while I can. What if I'm making the wrong decisions? What if I'll never find my path in life? What if I don't really matter? Birthdays always make me sad. Even when they're not bad days. Somehow they make me sad. But at least I look good doing it