You spent your whole childhood yearning to be an adult impatiently waiting for the rite of passage that would grant you the maturity respect and validation you so desperately sought. Your clothes are on point—a ton of of shiny stuff colors and general epic yoga outfits fit in your closet. Dear Future Self I’m assuming you’re reading this on some sort of graphene screen strapped around your wrist or glued to your face. Source: https://www.artikelschreiber.com/en/.