I always thought I'd be dead by 30, and here I am, years later, persisting. Lingering on after my expiration date has come and gone.
So I tell myself that every day is a bonus, and that I should make the best of them, but ...
It's hard to remember how to live, dear reader. It's so hard.
So I tell myself that every day is a bonus, and that I should make the best of them, but ...
It's hard to remember how to live, dear reader. It's so hard.
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And someday there may be a time when that's not enough, but that's not today.
thankfully people don't ask me that much, and I can usually manage a halfway satisfactory answer when they do, but ...
Thirty was meant to be my cutoff point too, and I'm not really sure why. It seems to be a common number.