Tomorrow, I turn 23. It's not an intimidating number, but as usual I'm daunted by it. Birthdays have never been my favorite thing, but I find myself more and more depressed by them as it feels more like another wasted year. My life goals are many and varied, and my attempts at meeting them seem pitiful at best.
So here's to a new year. Maybe this will be the one where I wake up from this listless dream and become the person I want to be.
