Yup, today I'm 22. So young. But life's so short. I feel like I'm behind. I went bowling with my family. I love bowling. I chipped a nail. My brother and his friend dubbed my toss as the "hover ball" because they can't hear it when it hits the floor so it seems to hover across the floor. I'm not great or anything. I hate the idea of dying full. I've got so much in me that I need to get out. I want to die empty. With nothing left to give because I gave it all. Average is my greatest enemy.