I lied

I lied.
I told everyone I am 25, which I am not.
I am going to be though in a few months time.
I did it unconsciously at first when people start asking me how old I am.
It was all about the “rounding-off” habit I have with time.
23, 24 or 25 all means 25.
Hopefully, strategically 26 and 27 is also 25.
But then...28, 29 and 30 would sadly means 30.
you know what I mean....
Then it was about getting use to time.
It all happens when I became 22.
My 22 was like in a trance.
Until now, I still couldn’t figure out how I spent it...but nevertheless it was spent.
Then 23...just come and go.
24.....I am actually 24 now...but I tell people I am 25 already.
Which means...my 24 is gone.
This is really an attempt to prepare myself for the fact that I am going to be 25 soon.
And...anyway, who cares if I am 24 or 25, I really see no difference.
Though I know there is.

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