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Notes From a 63-Year-Old Woman Who Has No Clue What’s Going On
Every day brings a new level of wtf, and I’m just winging it
Dear Diary…
What the hell is going on?
I know the last time you heard from me, I was 14, that bitch Jennifer stole the cute boy Jamie from me, and I wished death upon her. Well, a lot has changed since then.
And what a fucking ride this has been. Life goes by so fast.
But I don’t want to talk about the last 49 years of my life. May as well write a book (I should do that, anyway). I want to talk about what’s happening now, and honestly, most days, I have no idea what the hell is going on in my life.
Am I supposed to have it all figured out by now? Am I supposed to be a well put-together adult?
I don’t, and I’m not. Aging is weird and confusing. It’s also a little scary.
Did you know…?
I want to preface with this…
No one told me aging was going to be frustrating, complicated, depressing and liberating all at the same time. Why didn’t anyone talk about this? Ever? I don’t get it. I mean, this is a fairly important time in my life. Shouldn’t there have been more reading material on this?
