REBECCA WROTE: I’m not old, really. How can 33 be old? That’s just coming into my true self, right? I’m comfortable in my body (accepting anyway), I am intelligent (though I was wicked smart before my kids stole 20% of my brain cells), I’m cool (for my age, maybe, I don’t want to be seen as trying too hard), I’m funny (when I’m hyper.)
It’s that last one that I miss the most. I used to have an imaginary world called Freak City on my livejournal that I would write about for my family and friends full of silliness. Now my livejournal is just a paragraph every few days about something bothering me in my real life. When did I become so boring? And damn tired?
I miss my formerly hyper, silly self.
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