at the age of 25

There you go. So direct.

There used to be one point in my life where I would complain about everything and almost anything. All those petty little problems. Ok I lied. Not just one point. But several points.

Well I still have those petty little problems. The only difference is that I give less shit about them now.

Silver jubilee. I am twenty five. And by saying that it really makes me feel, well... grown up?

I used to think too much about what other people think of me. Anddd what other people are expecting of me. Anddd what other people would say if I make my own decision. Anddd the list goes on.

Growing up, growing older and wiser, I taught myself to give less and less shit about what others think of me.

And now I'm at this point where I just, honestly, want to be happy.