Please stop telling me, and every other woman, that I am “running out of time” when I say I don’t want children. It’s not your business. Maybe I don’t want them; maybe I cannot have them and it’s a lot simpler to say that kids are not for me and my partner. Regardless, butt out and mind your own shit.
I wish my workplace would turn up the damn heat so I could wear cute clothes to work instead of layers upon layers to keep warm
How I wish sometimes that I could just detach a limb or two at night when I can’t get comfortable…just pop it out Barbie doll style and then actually get some sleep…