I hate being 24 it’s awesome.
On a constant aura chase.
Hobby maxxing.
Haven’t made a meal since last May probably- Lots of door dash.
Numerous partifuls attended.
-learned how to properly use chopsticks?
-unsubscribed from a lot of email chains
-remembered how to feel my emotions so I am human once again
*On an eternal quest to find the meaning of life: trying to figure out how to activate my pineal gland ? Maybe
I love being 24
Biking with my friends has fully restored my childlike sense of joy and wonder. I now remember what free will feels like again. And although every turn of these tires is yet a fleeting moment melding into a memory, I can still enjoy the feeling of the wind rustling through my hair. The hot LA sun shining on my skin. Bugs finding solace on my front teeth like the windshield of a car, as I smile and peddle my feet And remember that I chose to live this particular life for some odd reason.
