Fuck x 28
Fuck the inner critic.
Fuck cold feet., both literally and figuratively
Fuck always being either too hot or too cold
Fuck chairs that are never quite comfortable enough
Fuck joints that don’t bend that way anymore
Fuck flimsy keyboards
Fuck having to choose between paying off a credit card and paying for the full experience
Fuck finding my ideal career just before my body is tool old to do it anymore.
Fuck vegan cheese. No…just no.
Fuck the long tedious task of adjusting medications so i neither feel numb nor erratic af
Fuck writing af instead of just typing as fuck
Fuck weight gain, but only because it means i have to go and buy new clothes, not because i hate my body. I am finally at the point where i love every ploppy bit of it
Fuck missing the poppies at the old cottage
Fuck almost continuous farting
Fuck clenching my teeth
Fuck loss of nouns and vocabulary
Fuck not being connected when i realize i need to order a thesaurus
Fuck the drone of seadoos
Fuck that distracting tickling on my legs when the breeze gusts that means I’ve missed the same spot a few times when shaving
Fuck still shaving
Seriously. Fuck seadoos
Fuck the need to capture a view rather than just experiencing it
Fuck being a 32 year old in a 57 year old body.
Fuck the niggling knowledge that any of this happiness can be taken from me at any moment.
Fuck being too chickenshit to reach out and apologize when you know you’ve been putting it off for years and time is running out
Fuck what if.