when I say my age out loud when asked it feels like i'm saying someone else's, not mine.
I was waiting for this moment to be able to spit everything out, but the time has never came up until now.
why?
I love my job? sort of.
I do.
I'm still feeling like a major miracle would happen.
I'm not ready for this adult life.
I'm getting close to 30.
30, bloody t-h-i-r-t-y!
I'd never believe I'd be keeping this blog I started in my teens, by the time I'm this age.
What bothering me is that I feel 20 at most. No older than 20.
I'm lack of words as usual.
I'd better drop the attempt to make the chaos in my head somewhat sensible.
Some other time.
I see the perfect mood pic for this post but I cannot be bothered to search for it.