Quarterlife Crisis

She felt life was slipping through her fingers faster than a handful of sand. She was still young by everyone’s standards, but age made itself apparent more and more frequently: Lines on her face that would not go away, the fact that everyone she grew up with had multiple children of their own, etc.

She wondered to herself if this was an ill-fated attempt to regain her youth when she had her hair dyed. She seriously considered her actions may be a desperate cry for attention when she pierced her left eyebrow.

She did not care anymore. It made her happy.

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