Upgrading my appearance.
Becoming hard to reach.
Working 24/7.
Choosing happiness.
Cutting off toxic people.
No roaster.
Enjoying my alone time.
Forgiving myself.
I’m at that weird age where every younger person I meet makes me realize how much l've aged, and every older person I meet makes me realize I'm still a baby.
Give whoever that gun belongs to their shìt back & then tell them they’re slow for letting you hold a gun improperly. Your dusty finger should never be on the trigger