I've been thinking about my age a lot these days. This (2017) is the last year of my twenties.
For the most part, the arbitrary constructs we put on age don't keep me up at night, but every now and again it gets me a little down. Maybe a little nostalgic too? I don't miss being 20. In fact I feel really happy about the age I am. I've always looked very young. Garnering any amount of respect from strangers has always been strenuous if not rage inducing. *tiny Godzilla roar* So now that little astonished look followed by a nod of respect suits me just fine. :P It's just...
I've had the same goal for my *entire* adulthood. Become a Suicide Girl! From the day I turned 18 I've been building myself toward this goal. Now I'm in a position where I can't afford to give my time for free. I'm finding it really difficult to decide between making money and making the boudoir romantic visions in my head.
If I were PINK... I would be living my dream instead of dreaming it.
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