It's barely noticeable, really. If it wasn't for the number you might not think it mattered at all. But I suppose twenty years count [count? counts?] for something. The big two 0 that goes round and round so that you think the liminal chronological dimension is infinite. Folly, innit. y'think yr so grown up and yet you feel so young. I still wish I could find something thoroughly entertaining online, actually. Nothing seems light-hearted nor interesting enough. so there's this utter boredom because it's from within and how do you change that huh.