I wish I could of captured the moment I realised.
I sulked into the kitchen with a face on and announced that I’m going to be thirty this year. THREE ZERO, practically middle aged.
I know, I know that is a HUGE over exaggeration and I am in no way, shape or form middle aged. Inside I’m a screaming 16 year old trying to stop the bus and wondering where the hell the past 10+ years have gone. On the outside I’m a boring, late twenty year old mother who eats too much shite, hides in the house more then I should and hasn’t had a good night out for over 18 months.