Why do I stay late when I'm spending time alone? Why is all the content I consume guilty pleasures of my teenagehood?
Ok, maybe rewatching Hannah Montana videos is the most normal thing these days. But I ignore other content that is not nostalgia driven. My rotten brain is scared of admiting my potential was wasted. Although I'm a firm believer it's never too late to learn anything, I jusf don't crave it.
Who would have thought moving my body is actually easier than moving my braincells.
Anyway, the life is adolescence part two: who am I, what I wanna do. The answers were clearer a decade ago.
But I'm going on a trip soon and I dream about it and making it my whole persona like I was 14. But screw it, I'm proud of it.


















