I’m waking up later than I have in quite some time. I cannot party anymore. I do not last more than an hour, usually. The energy it takes to socialize, even with the loveliest of friends, is too expensive. I tell myself this won’t last forever, and it will get easier, but I am now in a life of constant monitoring. Anything off balance could ruin me. The streetcar ride home yesterday was terrible, I was so exhausted- it was 10:30! I’m 22, and have the party tolerance of someone either much older or much younger. I’m going backwards and forwards at once, a child and an old woman, never where or who I am. But that is where and who I am. Extremes, always. Always. 

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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