A list of things I thought I would no longer be after 30
Photo from The Last Girl
During Friday’s night out with the girls, they reminded me about how, at seventeen, I had boldly said that I wanted to die at 35. I remember none of it, but apparently I also said things about wanting to get educational plans for imagined future children, and similar nonsense, so. Yeah, I said a lot of shit as a young college kid who had no idea life was about to be very different from what had been within my imagination at the time.
“Thirty-five,” they said, “is only four years away.”
“Fuck,” I said.
“And we’re doing Greece pa nga when we’re 35, di ba?”
“God, Kate, please don’t die in Greece?”
“I can’t make a 100-percent fool-proof promise, but I will *try*–”
“Bawal mamatay sa Greece.”
“Ok, ok–”
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