...I do believe I am growing up.
for the first time in years I am completely happy with myself. I love my image, I love my life, I am satisfied with my intellect and only seek to increase it. I have repressed my bad memories so tha my life seems quite satisfactory. I have pretty much everything I want, time to think and my own space.
Wait, when I say growing up, I don't mean OMG BOYFRIENDS11!11 I mean like getting on a bit. I fear I am growing old, I had started makeing plans beyond getting married in a pretty white dress. First the dress is going to be copper. Nah, but besides that I am slightly concerned I will go through education, get married have kids and then die. To be honest, I am not keen on children. I refuse to be all I loff them, they are so cute ooga wooga I don't see the point. Kids don't really take to me so I see no reason for me to fawn over them just because I am supposed to.
I suppose that's something to do with my feminine instinct. Trouble is, I am not all that feminine. I have no hormones to speak of can't be bothered to make myself look pretty and am pretty damn lazy. It's funny considereing when I was two years younger I couldn't get enough of make up and wedding dresses. Nowdays I just don't see the point of dressing up. Whose there to impress?
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