On Vox: Resistance is Futile
Well, it's fucking September.
In two months I turn 25 years old.
I mean, I'm trying to keep positive about it, and I think I'm not as bad as I usually am. If I were still sticking to my past outlook, 25 meant only having 2 more years to live. So, hey, at least I'm not convinced I'm dying at 27 anymore ... yay? For those of you who haven't known me that long, I've grown up thinking I wouldn't make it past 27. Why? Well, it's part that I've had a lot of people die on me at that age or around that age, and also it was just this ... feeling. I can't quite explain it but it was like this quiet certainty that I was gonna die at 27.
Now, I don't really think so. I think it was easier to not give a shit and live like I was gonna die tomorrow than face up to resposabilities and try to be an adult. If I had an expiration date and was gonna die anyway, what's the point of taking care of myself, right?
So, yeah. Maybe I'll be around after all.
Originally posted on katzombie.vox.com