For all those people with late birthdays, believe me, I FEEL YOU. At 18 years old you can do so many things; pierce body parts, get tatted, purchase tobacco, go to war. The only thing missing is crack an ice cold beer. When my parents sent me ahead in school they clearly didn't realize how this decision would be affecting my life 20 years later, but here we are. SO THX Mom and Dad (I still love you), but good news, I'm only 2 weeks away from the big 2-1.

All your friends WILL be 21 for at least half of a year before you are.

This just sucks. There's no way of getting around it and all your friends will be hitting up the bars while you stay in for the night watching Netflix and having conversations with your cat, every single weekend.

Being ditched is a new hobby.

They promise to stay away from the bar scene for the night and drink at someone's house with you, but before you know it they are being peer pressured by everybody and their mother. Long story short, they ALWAYS end up going to the bar.

"I'll just take a water."

I really would like an alcoholic beverage, but since I'm nearly an infant I'll just sit here and watch all my friends enjoy their drinks.

FOMO.

Looking at all the posts on Instagram and Facebook without shedding a tear at the fact that you missed out on all the fun. God bless your soul.