I wrote this last week and, true to my current form, I didn’t finish it and didn’t post it. I thought I would share it now because I think it is worth sharing even in this form. It’s reactive and petulant and unfinished, but sometimes so am I and so are you, so here it is.

I turned 27 this month and it hasn’t answered any questions. It’s almost as if everything is the same.

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