As I look at myself in the mirror, I can't help but mutter, "Shit!"
Have I been ignoring myself for the past 13 years and let myself go? No wonder my exes broke up with me... or my exes are the damn good reason why I am in this predicament.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
I so look sad.
Thirteen years ago I could still see my feet, thirteen years now, I can only do that if I am sitting down.
Let me see, at thirty-seven, I still look like someone in their late twenties or early thirties from the neck up. From the neck down, nevermind...
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