Life’s been secretive the past year or so. I’ve lived under a rock and shared things on a “need to know” basis. I’ll surface every so often, and then go back into my shell. Many factors have affected this decision. Most of which I will probably never talk about.
I’m not sure why though. Life’s not that bad. I’ve done a lot of growing in the past year. The past couple weeks I’ve noticed my face is reflecting that as well. Since turning 30 in January, suddenly expectations of me are higher. No longer being a “20-something”, I can’t use inexperience as an excuse. 30 really is the end. Then again, I thought 21 was.
Whatever. I still think I’m 16, so I guess it’s all relative and doesn’t matter anyways.