how bad is it, really?

[verbicide]

I'm giving myself 'practice face lifts' in the little webcam window.

Someone. Shoot me, now. Please.

I've also decided that I like the right side of my face better than the left.

How wrong, really, are collagen lip injection thingies? *pouts*

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I'm pretty sure I'll never get plastic surgery. Though ask me again when I'm 39. And then when I'm 49.

Milestones weigh heavy on me. Don't know why. And really, this is not meant to be condescending or patronizing, but I didn't really think I'd give a fuck about my age back when I was in my 20s. I thought it was utterly ridiculous that people got worked up about it.

Yes, yes I know this doesn't mean you ever will.

But for me? Back in my 20s I had some sort of mental checklist of where my life would be when I was in this age range. And I am sooooo far off the map (is this a bad thing? not necessarily...) that it weirds me out. How fast time moves makes me feel kind of fragile. Like, tomorrow I'll be 50 and I won't have realized how it happened. After all, that's how I got to 32. In the blink of an eye and I still can't believe it. I was in my 20s like 5 minutes ago.

In another bit of weirdness. Growing up, I always felt a lot older, more mature than my age. All my friends were older. I couldn't relate to kids my age. Now? The reverse. Most of my friends are younger. I feel like I can't relate to adults my age.

Just weird. And really, hitting my 30s... feeling more tired, less able to see. It's like.... oh no! The apocalypse is nigh!!

Wow. This was a much longer response than um needed. Or something.

*skips off*