Woo, I'm twenty-nine years old
Just had my birthday. Feels good. I feel good about it. About being twenty-nine, I mean. Not much anxiety. I'm sure that at some point in the near future, I'll feel angst about how much time has passed in my life. It's not that I particularly regret my choices or the things that I've done with my time. It's just that whole thing about time passing. You …
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