It's really weird that my mom is giving me relationship advice. I am not ungrateful; it's just odd hearing it from her. It's coming to this. Where have I gone wrong? If only I could freeze the effects of time on my body and I'd feel no restraint and no remorse and no regrets in making all the mistakes in the world just to get it right once. I was just looking at some of my pictures from 2009 and I realise how much more physically active I was then. And how crazy thin I looked. I wish I had that again. All of it. The knee injuries that wrecked havoc. I feel desperately that time is running out. I don't know why.
