I'm 23.

I'm 23.

I live in Long Beach with a flight attendant, her 14-year-old dog, and my cat.

I have a film degree and I'm finishing up marketing.

I write about my problems.

I drink my coffee black.

I eat meat.  I'm working on it.

I don't give money to homeless people unless they say "God bless you".  Only then because I feel guilty.

I laugh to myself when girls cry to me about their relationship problems.

I make too much for what I do.

I drive a piece of shit for 60+ miles, daily.

I've given up on my knowledge in film because I've seen too many people without a degree do it so much better than I could ever imagine.  I do believe that school fucked up my creative view.  I wouldn't recommend it.

I don't get jealous, meaning if he fucks someone else, I wouldn't know what to do.

I've dated up to 4 people at a time, I don't know how I feel about that.

I don't like crowds or social gatherings.

I'm 23 and I have nothing to say for myself.

Baby Britain feels the best floating over a sea of vodka.


Aimless Dreamer said...

You're much more interesting than you think. Give yourself a break.


Anonymous said...

Who are you?
What is the meaning of life?
Why does any of it matter when the only real problem is which uniform is today?

siberian_navy said...

i hate yellow m&ms

flats give me blisters, while heels don't.

either eat super healthy or complete shit

and switching to media after pointlessly doing business for 1 year.

Life is fun

Anonymous said...

I actually think you are fabulous and your being unaware of this fact makes you even more cool!

Caroline said...

Just made one :)

Anonymous said...

Typical pisces

joanna said...

I'm twenty. You and I are on very similar wave lengths.

Anonymous said...

I'm 33 and still have nothing to say for myself.
I work a thankless shitty job and have completely wasted my uni degree. I take care of my elderly parents and can't see life getting any better.

At 23 the world's your oyster, believe me.