I turn 21 in exactly one week. I don't know if I should be ecstatic or miserable; I hate getting older, but I guess I would kind of love being able to buy my own booze.
"I might not have the maps and I might have lost the compass but we're never going to stop traveling and we'll be lost and stay lost and live lost as long as it's together we'll be. What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?"
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