Mental Age
10 through 80. Something between hyperactive pre-teen and fussy old bat.)
Call centre monkey for funeral homes.
Writer, world-saver, happiness, oblivion.

I’m one of life’s late bloomers. A lack of concrete ambition and an anxiety-ridden head has had me floating through life without intent, pulled in various directions by the people and influences around me. I’m confused, and I tend to confuse. I know a few things I am not, but figuring out what I am is harder- and it’s the key to getting on some kind of path.

Called a conundrum, a split personality, a creature of moods, flitting between the mind of a child, a grownup, a rebel and a straight-lace, this woman needs to reclaim some lost time and figure out where the hell she’s going.