I have a fear of growing old. Even now, as I'm thinking about it, it makes me very, very upset. I have no problem knowing I'm going to die one day. I know there's a place for me after I die. But just the concept of aging and becoming old... It seems like a such slow, lonely process. Freaks me out, quite frankly. I actually spazzed out on my sixteenth birthday back in November. Call me a freak, but I figured: hey, fourteen, I got time; fifteen, I can sing that Taylor Swift song now! Sixteen? HOLY CRAP I'M FRIGGIN ANCIENT PUT ME IN A CRYOGENIC FREEZER NOW, DANGIT!
I still feel that way.
Just wait 'til my mid-life crisis.
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