Turning 25 sucked. Even aside from the fact that I was studying for an exam all day, I mean. 24 was an age of anticipating 25. I was 23 up until my last few days in Europe... Now, at 25, I've jumped to being a decade away from my anticipated time of death. Not that it's likely to happen, but I do like to plan ahead.
In the words of one of my fellow medical students who was once a flatmate, "You're not an alcoholic if you don't deny it." (I'm just gonna leave this here)
Anyway, time continues to pass at an alarmingly constant rate and I'm just here caught in the winds of it.
Stayin' pure though.
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