1. I am numb. And I am not sure if this, already, is freedom.
2. I'll be 29 next month. I feel old. And cold. Oblivious of the youthful feeling of, as society puts it, "falling in love."
3. In the process, I have lost a great amount of humor. There are things and people that no longer make me laugh easily.
4. Pretty much, life has become a routine. And sometimes, a meaningless rat race in the work place.
5. But I can no longer rant like as if it's still quarter life crisis. Now I would easily get back to my senses and realize I need to keep my job because I need the cash to pay my mortgage.
6. You kinda hate it, too, that as you grow old, your opinion in various spheres like family and work place now actually matters. You feel burdened by the responsibility it entails.
7. I still hate the government. And political crocs.
8. One day I'd wear a black shirt that says, "freedom of religion and freedom from religion for all."
9. The raging hormones are gone. Sex is one of the least important things.
10. And I realized I am better off single. That committing to be in a relationship being the complex person that I am would spell enough trouble.
Yes, trouble.
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