That age-old adage is trotted out so sweetly,
but what do I
                         even
                                       know?

Maybe the basics will help:
-I'm 23 years of age.
-I'm finally in a place where I can succeed.
-I've been broken for some time.

That last point seems poignant, let's look at that.

Despite my age, I've acted like a real child recently. I hope my future self will read this with a mirthful grin at my toddler-tantrums.

Still, it is really not funny.

I've talked and rambled and gushed forth about it at length, so there seems to be no benefit to dragging the painful shards of memory over my skin once more- until I'm sli ced to ri bb on s.

I heard a great line recently, 'Whether you do something about it or not- next year is going to come.' It's been nearly two whole months of this.

Yet I know the answer and I refuse it.