i am lady at that quarter-life-hollow-me-out-soul-seeking-searching-cross-roads. my university degree[s] and hecs debt that taunts reflect none of what i ever hope to be or achieve. i am in love. a bearded man made me wife. he continues to quietly sneak and steal into my thoughts while i [shallowly] fight to have them back. i love this love but i graffiti my own white picket fence with predictable...