I’m 30. And the only thing stopping me from doing the literal exact same today is my rational understanding of the fact that I’m supposed to deal with this shit on my own like an adult with a day-job and rent and all that jazz. The urge to do it though? Not impacted by my being one as much as I’d expect. As the memes would put it, on all levels but physical, I still am [like] your daughter when I get a booboo.

Secular thinker with an empathy compulsion. Anxiety-nerd. Certified Crazy Cat Lady.

Secular thinker with an empathy compulsion. Anxiety-nerd. Certified Crazy Cat Lady.