Not goal-oriented in any way:
I was just thinking about how nice it was to be in my twenties. There was so much to look forward to, so much fun to be had, good skin, great metabolism... But in reality, it was rough. I hated living in the "south". I always felt like an outsider in that town. I really hated it, but I stayed because I thought I was in love. Who knows, maybe I was? It all turned out so badly. Why didn't I move after I graduated? That's always the decision I ponder. What was I thinking?
So dumb, so young.
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