Out of My Teens And Into My Twenties.

...Holy Cow I'm in my twenties. Wow. Well, I guess most of my readers are in their thirties or more and so I shouldn't feel bad or anything. It's just ...weird. I still don't "feel" twenty. In fact I didn't even feel nineteen. If there was an actual age between the two (like twelveteen or eleventeen or something) then I'd probably feel closer to that age. But there isn't. So I have to convince myself that I am, in fact, twenty. Hmm. But how to do that...

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Now. Am I convinced? Not really.