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i tried packing, sort of. why do i bring home so many clothes when I didn't even wear half of them? i need to stop making that mistake each time i come home. even though my birthday is 2 months away, i keep thinking about turning 20. sometimes i like that idea. i always imagined myself in my twenties as some sassy successful bitch kick ass woman who travels, eats at fancy resturants and spends her money on bags and shoes...oh wait i think i just described Sex and The City, ANYWAYS, i'm kind of scared of turning 20. i feel like turning 20 is the 10 year countdown to getting my shit together by the time i reach 30. if i don't by 30, well then i'm a loser and all the yuppie new age fucks will be laughing in my face. or not, lets see how things go.