The Deep Lines

Sometime’s I really don’t understand it. I feel like yesterday I was 22 living it up in Pittsburgh, going to school, and barely making ends meet. Now I am 30 and although I don’t feel old on the inside I can see in the mirror that things are starting to slip. I can remember being a kid and seeing someone in their twenties and thinking that GOD THAT IS OLD. Now I am looking at 60 and reassessing that as being my old target. Now instead of worrying about boyfriends and acne, I am worried about wrinkles and sun cancer. I need to dedicate myself to slathering SPF 1 million percent so I can slow the lines and prevent the cancer.