Getting old sucks until you realize youβre now at an age where you would survive prison just fine, because itβs basically your regular life but without bills.
Iβm finally at an age where I can accept myself for who I am. And who I am is a chaotic clusterfuck of immoral behavior inspired by true crime documentaries and late night rabbit holes.
I hate how much better I feel after changing my diet. Giving up so many things I loved. Gluten, alcohol, added sugar, energy drinks, soda, and dyes. Stopped smoking weed because my lungs and memory were suffering more than I realized. The first two weeks of detoxing were hell. Then one day I woke up and felt better than I have in years. But at what cost? Socializing is more difficult after limiting my diet. Iβm constantly wondering if my health is actually worth it.