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I’m 20 years old. Not that old, not that young. My newfound independence is slowly becoming apparent to my family—particularly my parents—but I’ve had it for some time, shockingly. I guess becoming an A-lister at AMC is what it took for my family to realize that I can do things by myself; even though I commute to the city almost every day for school, I digress. I’ve gotten comfortable being alone and not relying on others to show up because it ends up with me being disappointed in them.

As the youngest sister of three, I’m still perceived as that little girl who's heavily dependent on the grown-ups around her. I don’t think that will change in their eyes. I tend to dilute my personality to my parents and sometimes my sisters, not in fear of being judged, but not to taint that idea they have of me. That’s where it’s my fault.

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Feeding into the theme of this blog—exploring the fine line between loneliness and independence—you can’t have independence without the constant feeling of loneliness. This blog isn’t supposed to be stimulating or challenging, it’s just me experiencing my 20s and realizing how alone I am.