I remember when I was 18, I was so afraid of the thought that once upon a time I would turn 25, and from that point things would definitively have started going downwards. Sitting here, 25 years and 2 days old, I cannot say that much have changed. Of course, everything is going downwards from here- At least when it comes to the looks, you know. I am having more fun than ever though! Turning 25 really isn’t that bad after all. I do not feel changed, just more experienced and appreciating life in another way than I did at the age of 18.
I must admit that I thought that by the age of 25 I would be married, have kids, be rich and living the dream. Hell no, I’m glad that didn’t happen! Couldn’t dream of having kids yet. I cannot believe I was thinking things like that when being younger. Little did I know, right… Anyway, the way to 30 is short. Time flies!