25 year old me

A 25-Year-Old Me

I hate the 25-year-old me
when her words hurt the people she loves.
I hate the 25-year-old me
who keeps chasing the outside world.
I hate the 25-year-old me
when she thinks being alone is easier than feeling.
I hate the 25-year-old me
when she forgets how to love her own life.

But then… there’s another side of me 🤍

I love the 25-year-old me
who finds peace in quiet sunsets and nature.
I love the 25-year-old me
who finally enjoys her own company.
I love the 25-year-old me
who chooses a meaningful life over showing off.
I love the 25-year-old me
who has the courage to stand alone if she must.

And maybe… this is what 25 really is—
confusing, heavy, and yet beautifully real.

An age where the world stops defining you,
and you slowly start discovering yourself