my knees now ache regularly.
I’m more sentimental about things and have began documenting a lot more of my life - photo albums/scrapbooking, journaling, keeping lil objects, etc.
I’m obsessive about the quality of my sleep.
my body is screaming that I’m running out of time to reproduce, despite having no actual desire for children.
I see through the bullshit, no longer fit the naive category.
