“Time” Seems Fake…

I’m most likely projecting (but maybe you can relate?)

When I was 8 or 9, my birthday seemed ages away. Waiting for it felt like an eternity was passing by without getting any closer. Back then, a year felt like a YEAR.

But now, for context, I’m about to turn 20 in less than a month, and it feels like it was only “a few months ago” that I turned 19. I’m genuinely sitting here, flabbergasted. Is this what the infamous adulthood feels like?!
A weekend feels like a deep breath, and there’s not enough time to fit everything in.

I look around for advice (mostly on YouTube) and see all these “It-Girls” and other young adults who seem to have everything in order. There’s nothing I want more than to be like one of them.

It would have been a lot more helpful if someone had taught me this when I was in school when my brain was a little more plastic.

I need to juggle my academics as a Neuroscience undergrad, and my part-time job(s) to get me through said academics, alongside maintaining a healthy amount of social life, and personal care. But that feels like the bare minimum because I desperately want to do more with my life.

I love to read. There used to be a time when I could read more than 50 books a year, but now I’m lucky if I get…