I'm almost 27 which is nearly 30.
I'm working on the novel which will knock Kipling from his throne.
he was the youngest to win a Nobel for literature in case you're wondering.
i have to finish something which makes you tremble soon.
I need to prove that what I've worked for is worth it.
I need to show that I can make a difference.
Afraid I'd get cancer long before i finish a novel.
It's NaNoWriMo and all I've managed to write is pathetic.
there was a whale and the butcher are waiting for me.
Saturday is waiting for my courage.
I can not be strong enough for the life I have planned.
All I manage to do is get drunk and watch TV
A millennial sweet thirty.
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