My youth is fading thanks to Corona.
Listen I am 30! 30! NOT 19 NOT 21 NOT 25 but 30!. My time is fading here and before you know it I will be old and gross and corona is messing my life up something fierce. I can't go out clubbing anymore. I can't go out to bars. I can't party and I can't live it up like I used to. My youth is being wasted here and I'm angry. Time is precious and here I am stuck bored to death watching the wrinkles set in while I could be partying. I swear to god at the rate we are going corona will still be a thing by time I'm 90.
I'm literally two seconds away from throwing out all of my clubbing stuff because I no longer have a use for it. Why? Can't go anywhere or do anything and at this point it's taking up space. All of those costumes and special outfits some of which I had made just for me will all probably get donated to a theater or sold off as Halloween costumes. Every bit of drag I own will have to be donated also. Makeup will be thrown away. If it's brand new and never used I might be able to sell it. Thousands and thousands down the damn drain.
Let's just say if corona was a person I would stab them to death.
I'm literally two seconds away from throwing out all of my clubbing stuff because I no longer have a use for it. Why? Can't go anywhere or do anything and at this point it's taking up space. All of those costumes and special outfits some of which I had made just for me will all probably get donated to a theater or sold off as Halloween costumes. Every bit of drag I own will have to be donated also. Makeup will be thrown away. If it's brand new and never used I might be able to sell it. Thousands and thousands down the damn drain.
Let's just say if corona was a person I would stab them to death.
31-35, M
