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.