I feel like I should write, but my brain is sort of just sitting there being a lump of grey. I feel tired. I feel a bit old and jaded.
I appreciate the wisdom which comes with age, but I don't like being jaded. I don't like the fact that I've learned to always be prepared for/expect the worst. I don't like knowing what the worst is.
I'm not a kid anymore.
Today, being 34 is freaking me the fuck out.
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