Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
My childhood was not the greatest, but, man, I’d have held onto that shit with both hands if I’d have known what a 5-alarm dumpster fire my teenage years were going to be.
That’s probably why I’ve boomeranged back around and spend as much time as I can realistically justify being childlike-adjacent in my downtime.
Face buried in a book for 4 straight hours? Knitting, crocheting, cross-stitching? Napping under a mountain of stuffies? Watching an ass-tonne of anime? Rebelling against my mother with ridiculous quantities of piercings? Check, check, check, check, and check. Jayjay chill time at ages 14 and 44 are remarkably similar.
Ominous Velour 
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