Turning 20

It was my birthday last week...

I finally got out of the teen years and started with the big "2". I am now twenty. 

I don't know how I feel about it. Everyone tells me the best years of my life are now. But I hope not. My love life is a desaster and my best friends live thousand miles away. The only thing working out is my job... which is basically the only thing that should not be falling into place in my young years. 

I can't be a kid anymore. I have to take my responsabilities, I have to work and become independent. That's what everyone says. But the weird thing is that I have done already. I have a job that I love and I am good at what I do. What else could I wish for? My boss is offering me a job, I can even choose what I want to do. Isn't that amazing?

And yet, I still feel empty. Like there is something missing. A boyfriend that cares or better, that is able to show he cares. And a best friend to whose house I can go when I feel depressed and all I want to do is listen to sad love songs and drink a nice bottle of red wine.

It was my birthday last week... And a new chapter is supposed to start in my life now. I just don't know how to begin with it.