Everyone above 30 will cringe when I write this, but for once I’d like to look 24.
And not 18 (average response given by first-time acquaintances and convenience store clerks).
And in the deepest twist of irony, I cried on my 23rd and 24th birthdays because I didn’t want to grow any older.
I’m only good at being young.
John Mayer’s an asshole, but he’s right.