It sucky...
elaboration. At 22 half your life is subjectively over. That is to say, the "half" of your life after 22 goes by as fast as the preceeding 22 did. Because we all remember when summer break felt like a year in itself... now we remember our last summer break probably felt like 2 weeks or so.
This past year has felt like a long time as I've gone through it, only because of the severe mental anguish experienced, but looking back the tiime really has flown. In september I'll be 22 and my life will subjectively be half over. I did nothing. Am nothing. Have nothing. That's okay though. I am me, and me is a good person. Maybe one day I'll have someone to share myself with and have them share themselves in turn. Sounds good to me. mmmmhmmmm.
Actually tonight I pondered the whole aging thing when looking into the mirror I noticed some aging in certain places... and realised from now on I will only notice more of these sorts of things and less of the things that make me think of life as something taken for granted. Of course I was a freak among my contemporaries in my never wishing to turn 16 to drive, or 19 to smoke and drink, or 18 to buy porn and all that other stuff. I wanted to stay under 10 forever, sort of like Peter Pan. I realise that being a child at heart is the best way to live and has nothing to do with outward appearances. People can tell right away those who are young at heart.