23.
I started my twenty-third birthday with a sleepless night, deadline with my team mates, an empty wallet and a complete lack of direction. Yes, what a great way to start your twenty-third birthday. 23. What a number. That's not even a big number and also not a small one. But it's still a number. In a blink, I just turned another year older 2 days ago. Some said the age of 23 is quite confusing. Confusing because I'm in a state where I'm going to face the adulthood and leave the teenage years. Sometimes I question myself about what I'm supposed to do, what I'm gonna do with my life, where should I be, and where should I go. I know I don't have to figure them out in one night, but I just can't help the sleepless nights because of I think too much, the sadness and confusion, and asking for a help but I don't know what kind of help that I need. It seems like nobody likes me, even my parents and my own life. 23 is a thrilling age to face. Every damn time I