in the political/action oriented sense that is. It's like I'm 63 looking back at my youth thinking, "if only I would have done that." Except I'm young and I can still do whatever "that" is. Problem being, I'm not sure what "that is." It surely isn't to spend every weekend getting drunk and having the same exact conversations I have every single weekend.
I'm supposed to be a woman of action. And this nagging gut feeling isn't going away. I don't know, maybe it's winter fucking with my head.
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