My hands hurt from writing, like pen and paper writing. I guess when you're accustomed with doing things on a computer, you just start learning to live life on the highway.
I miss having nothing to eat but instant noodles. See? Life on the highway. Take-out orders, hurried baths, brisk walking to school, too impatient to finish work.
It's not just as simple as playing Lego and putting all the pieces in the box once you're done. Gradeschool was ten years ago. I was supposed to be married by now. Somewhere between running off with another man and working in a call center, I have realized that I am now, supposed to be, a res-pon-si-ble adult.
I'm too young for you, intellectually. But how do you manage?
