Once upon a time I was 19


I was living in another province and I was miserable

but didn't realize it at the time.

at the time it seemed like a big adventure, moving away and living with my boyfriend

getting the fuck outta dodge

I had lighter hair and bigger boobs and a shittier attitude

because I was only 19 afterall

and what the heck did I know about life, anyway?

the answer is, apparently nothing at all

good to know some things never change.