37. Fucking hell. It's such a cliché I know, but I really don't know where there time goes. Sitting in double geography seems at the same time both a million life times ago, and a couple of years ago.
I used to cope with ageing really badly, I was depressed at hitting 18, which I know isn't right. I think though after a certain age though you become almost numb to it, there's no fighting it. You know you're hurtling towards the forever, so you may as well enjoy the ride.
But still, for me there's always that twinge that things are slowly slipping away, I guess that's just built into me, like a fear of spiders ( Nasty bastards ) or laughing at the most wrong things.
"I am slowing down
As the years go by
I am sinking
So I trick myself
Like everybody else"
Squize.