How funny life can be.
I spent the majority of my teen years waiting, and wanting, to die.
I spent my twenties mostly in a drunk haze, trying desperately to escape the pain of loneliness and despair; eventually escaping neither.
Here I am now, in my mid-thirties. Married. Structured. Somewhat responsible... I may still not have a purpose, but I finally have something to live for.
What will my forties bring?
Fifties? Sixties? Possibly beyond? ... If I'm lucky enough...
I don't know, but what I do know, is that I've never been more happy to be alive. And I secretly hope this life lasts forever.
There's so much I still want to do.
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