Tempus Fugit

At about this very minute a year ago, my ex had decided to separate with me. The few weeks after, he managed to clear out most of the assets from my apartment, my heart, and six years of my life. While it’s been a year since separation, it’s been over 6-months since I last had sex. Yes, shamefully, I admit that the six months post-breakup were a hedonistic epicurean period of ex-sex.

How time flies. In a month I turn 29, and I have a year to live out my “before 30 goals”. I remember clubbing at 21, and feeling disgusted by the perverted 30+ year olds creeping and staring at me. And in slightly over a year, I will be joining the ranks of them.

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