Perhaps it would be easier to go through life disappointing everyone rather than trying to psychically gauge their expectations and then attempting to appease them.
I'm 30. I should know better by now. I thought I did.
When I turned 30, I said, "That's it. I can finally not give a shit what people think anymore. How liberating."
How liberating.
I forgot that I am human.
I forgot that I am myself.
30 doesn't allow you to escape that.
Maybe 31?
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