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In a couple of weeks' time, I will be into my thirtieth year.
*shudder*
So enough tiptoeing around, I say - it's time to declare myself. I do not wear my heart on my sleeve; I wave it on a banner before me.
So why am I still acting like a guilty adolescent stealing the naughty pleasures of adulthood?
Dammit, I want something real, solid, and honest. Something to stand up for, something to declare to the world.
And if I don't have that, maybe it's time to realise I'm looking in the wrong place...
*shudder*
So enough tiptoeing around, I say - it's time to declare myself. I do not wear my heart on my sleeve; I wave it on a banner before me.
So why am I still acting like a guilty adolescent stealing the naughty pleasures of adulthood?
Dammit, I want something real, solid, and honest. Something to stand up for, something to declare to the world.
And if I don't have that, maybe it's time to realise I'm looking in the wrong place...