Too Old For Leo DiCaprio
Hey, you. Can you believe how far we’ve come? I remember 17 like it was yesterday. This year has been… different. A year of quiet shifts, if I’m being poetic about it. The kind where you wake up one morning and realize you think differently now. I’ve grown in ways I didn’t even know I needed to. I think more clearly now. I feel more grounded. I’ve learned how to put me first. Not in a selfish way, but in a “my peace is premium” way. To actually take care of myself — not just in the “face mask and journaling” way (though those are non-negotiables, thank you very much) , but in the real, deep sense. Resting without guilt, setting boundaries, buying that dress because I want to, keeping my word to myself. Growth looks good on me, I can’t lie. I’ve become that girl who enjoys her own company. Who lights a candle, plays her Lana Del Rey playlist, and actually enjoys the silence. Solo dates, random walks and playlists that make me feel like the main character. But I’ve also grown to...