I Am Mentally Ill. I Can Say

Still, The Word "boyfriend" Starts To Sound Pathetic After Age 30.

Instant Gratification Takes Too Long.

Everything Grows Rounder And Wider And Weirder, And I Sit Here In The Middle Of It All And Wonder Who In The World You Will Turn Out To Be.

I Don't Really Understand It - Marriage.

There Are Very Few Women From My Mother's Generation Who Worked Like That, Who Just Kept A Career Going All Her Life And Raised Children And Had Horrible Relationships And Lost All Her Money And Got It Back Again.