and I am 25-years-old. I feel both like I've done a lot in my life thus far, as well as nothing at all. I will always be that little curly-haired girl full of sass, who has something to say.
Today I am 25. I am the same: attracting snowflakes to my lashes; breathing in honey and mint tea--warm with fear. The wind is strong today. Is a change taking place? Not much time left, until this day is taken from me.