Something just hit my today.
I'm twenty-five turning twenty-six.
I've done anything in my life that I can be proud of.
E.g. Go crazy with wild and pretty friends and go clubbing until I'm dead drunk and vomits in the toilet while passing out. Have erotic ONS with a super handsome girl/dude and then wake up the next morning screaming at each other in the bed.
Maybe I can blame it on my parents for the good upbringing. But sometimes, I wish I'm not such a good girl.
I want to do crazy stuffs.
Not drugs.
Just that, I wish my life is much more colorful than this grey period I've been in my whole life. Yeah, that.
And to be more free. I hate it when people interrogate me on things that I do.
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