everyone i know is getting married. and having children. i'm at that age. i prefer nice furniture to going out. good food to fitting into that amazing dress.

i sometimes mention kids to him, to gauge what he thinks. but in reality, it's not what i want. not now. i watch my close friends lose themselves to babies. and i think, i am too attached to myself to let go of myself. not yet.

we are children, all of us, until we bear our own. i want too much to give anything up yet. and so this is what i am - l'enfant terrible.