One moment you’re 17 and daydreaming about how glamorous your life will be when you’re finally an adult, then all of sudden it’s a decade later and “treating yourself” means buying full price pistacchios and taking a bath on a week night.
i’m old enough to know that a longer life isn’t always a better one. in the end, you just get tired. tired of the struggle, tired of losing everyone that matters to you, tired of watching everything turn to dust. if you live long enough, the only certainty left is that you’ll end up alone.
