Being in situations I didn’t think I’d be at this age.
Dealing with stuff I don’t want to be dealing with at this age.
28 is not a good age to be at. Even less so when the appearance of greying hair is involved.
And much much less so when there is no hope of me ever being decent a bikini again with all these stretch marks crowded on my body like vines on a fence.
I’ve yet to achieve anything. Materialistic ones, mostly, but who cares as long as they’re important to me.
Almost feels like I should just curl up and die right here and now.