Hello

Dear Life,

Please sort yourself out. I'm sick of this trundling along.

Love from Me.

I thought that by 25 my brain and life would be sorted. It's not. What do I want to do? What do I want to be? Why can't we just get on and get married and have babies instead of worrying about money? I would like to transform into someone else about now. Someone who has it sussed please.

This is just rambling for the sake of it. Blah.