I had some really strange self loathing today over this birthday. I despise my age. I hate getting old. I wanted to forever be 29.
But I cant stop the passage of time and I cant be mad at myself for getting older.
Happy birthday to me, I guess. Time to make 32 a good one.
Honestly I'm at the point where I'm making a fuckton of money but I'm ready to scale it back for better quality of life
Being a millionaire at 31 doesn't mean shit if you don't get to live life
This is only my 2nd Saturday off this year. That fucking sucks.
Will someone tell me what I'm worth
Even if I say it unrehearsed
I act like I know what I want
But I'm scared I'm getting lost again
If I were better
I'd call you up
And ask whatever
We'd laugh a lot
I act like I know what I want
But im waking up at 3am