I have no regrets about the honest, shameless and unpretentious approach I have taken for writing posts on the Juice. I love that I have barely a handful of readers because that means I don’t have to pander. And I want to continue to be honest for the sake of future me. In the meantime, I am still here, still anonymous, still greedy, still optimistic, still verbose, still naughty, still caustic, still romantic, still bad-tempered and still fabulous.
29-year old me loves,
the innocence and anger of 23 year old me,
and can’t forget the 24 year old
me’s angst, health woes and ennui
25-year old me came back with a vengeance
for a bit only, though, ’cause 27-year old me
Was cripplingly, annoyingly helpless.
40-year old me cannot wait to see
how the next 11 years turn out to be.
Well done me.
p.s. still can’t write poetry to save my life