I just never expect to make it to these mile markers. Didn't expect to survive to 18 (I mean, I really didn't expect to survive to 18 - some of the schools I went to - yeesh). I didn't expect to make it to 21... or 30... and now I'm staring 35 in the eye. And all the years behind it.
It's a sobering thought that makes me want a drink.
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It's not the end of the story that I'm worried about, it's the chapters in between.
Don't Trust Anyone Over 30
Didn't expect to survive to 18 (I mean, I really didn't expect to survive to 18 - some of the schools I went to - yeesh). I didn't expect to make it to 21... or 30... and now I'm staring 35 in the eye. And all the years behind it.
It's a sobering thought that makes me want a drink.