Today marks the 17th day before I turn 37. As I move closer to 37 my mind wanders. What are the things that I love and hate the most about myself? I’m going to use these last 37 days to find out.
I love that I’ve been good at writing in my journals over the years because without my journals I wouldn’t be able to remember half of the shit that I’ve done and that’s happened to me. I have been going through some of them searching for names of people and I’ve realized that I did way too many drugs or something. My memory is awful.
I hate that I so easily forget the names and faces of many of the men that I’ve been with. Some of them I don’t even remember having sex with at all. Again, thank God for my journals.