December 2011
9 posts
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Agency
Excuse the word vomit—-
Smacked in the face by adulthood. I don’t think it meant so much as it does now. Suddenly I have to be the adult and make the adult decisions, but don’t I get a waiver? A practice round, a re-do, anything? Why do I have to be the one to decide these matters, decisions that have repercussions that are still beyond my 22-year-old self. I’ve been...
