So... yeah. Title says it all.

This will be the last journal I post as a Nineteen year old. Honestly, I've gotten used to it. Getting older. And frankly, I'm not exactly upset about it anymore.

You know, there was a saying that I happened upon while I was scrolling through Pinterest. "Don't complain about growing up, it is a priveleged denied to many."

That said, I no longer have an issue about growing up. Mind you, I guess there is still that small part of me that does wish my teenage years could have been different, but in the end, they happened the way they did, and that's that. They weren't terrible, but they could've been more exciting.

Very soon, I'll be at the age where that basically designates me as an adult. Not in a legal sense, but in a more general sense. I won't feel like an adult, but I'll certainly be one. It's weird to think about.

For years, I could hardly imagine myself actually being Twenty, and yet here I am. I'm going to spend the next year saying to people, "I'm Twenty years old."

I suppose it's about time I wrap my head around it. I'm not a little kid anymore. My childhood is pretty much over, and my adult life has just begun.

Here's hoping it lasts a long time. But ultimately, one can never know how long they have on this world. Anything can happen. The most important thing, however, is that a person is to have truly lived before they finally die.

That's about all I can say for now. As always, if anything else happens, I'll write about it if I can.

Thank you for reading.