I feel as though the older I get, the less things I care about. Small things that used to bother me seem like nothing to me nowadays. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not, could be a sign I'm becoming the cynical adult I never wanted to be.
I'm content with my novels, I am so totally introverted. I think I should do something different someday. Like actually write another short story (like I said I would?) or have a beach day with a couple of friends.
