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I've accepted it to some degree because this is not a new thing, but lately, I don't know, I feel like I need to find the fountain of youth yesterday. But to look like the mother of a 33-year old man when I'm a good six years younger? It's probably just in my head, I'd argue with myself, because my facial expression is naturally always at rest (i.e. jaded and bored and maybe a tiny bit annoyed, which is how a lot of old people look) and the structure of my face isn't exactly youthful-looking either. This doesn't bother me enough to start using all the anti-aging stuff I have been saving up in my dresser, nor obsessively researching about slowing down aging, but it's there, lurking and waiting.

So I bought a bookcase, lamps, a simple chandelier, throws for my old couch to spruce it up, a cute tray, a rug, ivory curtains, a spring bed, 625-thread count sheets, and an extra counter for my kitchen. My living room and bedroom looked so nice that I decided to fix up my office/studio too - I got a chic wooden desk and a chair