Being 19 has been crazy. I’ve been called a baby more times than I’ve had mental break downs in college. I spent my birthday week alone in Orlando and enjoying my personal life to the fullest. I decided not to tell anyone it was my birthday, not because i wanted to rub it in their faces later, but because i genuinely didn’t want the attention (I’m still accepting amazon birthday gifts though). I’m finally 20, moved out, and now have T-minus 11 years to become a billionaire and retire. Time for a new story.