The awkward “how old are you?” question.
The most uncomfortable of uncomfortable questions out there’s.
I don’t like my age, I’m uneasy with the way it rolls off my tongue.
I’ll tell you my age and you’ll judge me for the way I’m not an adult yet but still a “kid”.
The weirdly awkward age that the year of a girl/woman, whatever I be known as, can see this year to be longly awaiting my next…