I don’t know about you guys, but sometimes I metaphorically look at myself and I’m like.. “wow, I am actually getting older. It’s really happening!”. Like… I already knew it would happen. But how confronting is it when you really start noticing it?? When the bags under my eyes start to become permanent, or when I prefer to stay home in my pajamas all weekend instead of going out to party, or having the WORST hangovers EVER when you decide to suck it up and go to party anyway.