I may be only 23 years old but sometimes I turn around and think to myself- am I really here? Am I really grown from that gangly teenager into a woman? And sometimes its hard to think that the time has passed because you wonder, where on earth did it go. You are filled with a whirlpool of thoughts that catch you as your head lies on the pillow- about life and love and in between, every day thoughts. And that can get scary but can also be beautiful. Time spent dreaming and hoping is never wasted, as long as some of those plans are fulfilled. I just have to remember that time is a gift. Dreaming is a gift. And all in this upside down, crazy, world is a gift- even if it hurts.
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