14 years old:
I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
17 years old:
Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
21 years old:
What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?
What if you were dating a moth prince and living in his kingdom and he knew how out of place you felt so he made you dozens of silk dresses and blankets and gave you lots of fuzzy shawls and scarves so you wouldn’t stand out so much and always said you were so beautiful you were glowing and occasionally bump right into your face because it was a little joke and he would pretend you were a light bulb and give you tiny kisses