What ~ what ~

After trying on a zillion silly bathing suits and not finding a single one that I like, or that is made for a human, I have given up. The only place I am going to find one I like is inside my storage unit. Buried. I have also come to the conclusion, after being subjected to three way mirrors for way too long, that I am no longer 15. How does this happen? I was 15 just yesterday~ not sure how to handle this whole linear time thing...