Today marks 20 years of my existence.
2 decades.
240 months.
7,304 days.
175,316 hours.
10,518,975 minutes.
631,138,519 seconds.
Normally I would act like a princess and prance around in all my birthday glory. I'd pass out decorated cupcakes and wear a party dress. But this year I'm no longer a little girl who can act like a child. I'm the big two-oh, embarking upon my career years, and entering the decade where many get married and reproduce clones.
So instead of dedicating the day to care-free living I chose to be a responsible, mature adult. I did my homework, worked on a final paper, and resolved issues with my landlord. I opened not a single present and ate not a lick of cake.
Birthdays are intended to be a celebratory event, yet I found depression seeping into my memorable birth moment. Time for princesses to grow up.
Happy belated birthday. You have to celebrate properly once school is out and your deadlines have been met.
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