Is it normal to be freaking out about turning 20?
I just can't help thinking about how much I wasted my teenage years. I spent most of those years being terribly shy and depressed, just going through the motions.
The good news is that I've grown out of this considerably, but I'm still upset about wasting my teenhood. I didn't really make any memories to look back on. I was so unproductive, too. All those books I could've read, all the jobs I could've had, all the time there was to practice drawing or learning an instrument or developing some kind of talent I wasted. Sorry if I'm sounding dramatic here, I know I still have all the time in the world. I'm only twenty, after all. I'm just disappointed in myself I guess.