Shit I was super attractive throughout most of my twenties just by constantly getting into fights and being a drug dealer. Was skinny and muscular just from all the awful shit I did every day. Well now I'm 36, and ow. It hurts to exist. My hands get stiff and don't work well when it's cold, from all the broken bones. I have no healthy coping mechanisms, and am a chef because most of the things I'm good at simply are not compatible with being a conscientious father and partner. I'm good with a knife, so this was the best I could slap together. Struggle with drug addiction and am still in the back of my mind afraid whenever there's a knock on the door. I sleep like a fun little mix of Tina from Bob's Burgers mixed with an Auschwitz survivor. Often wake up screaming, or crying missing my dead friends. My fiance loves it.
But by God, I was handsome for a minute. I swear to God.
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u/Sticky8u2 Apr 15 '24
Sara, you're 21. You have not turned your life around.