[another fucking year]
it's my birthday on friday.
i'm going to be 27.
it would have been a great day, a couple of months ago. i would have been out for a nice dinner with someone i would do anything for. good wine, good food. good times.
instead of all that, i will be starting a new job. at a bookstore. i guess that's alright. it's not going to be as bad as my last job, that's for sure. and it'll allow me to save up money and move out into my own apartment instead of having to share.
even if all my friends were to take me out, or come over, and just sit with me, there is still something missing. something very close to my heart. something that i'm coming to realize i can't do without.
i hope that this is the last birthday that i have.
i'm going to be 27.
it would have been a great day, a couple of months ago. i would have been out for a nice dinner with someone i would do anything for. good wine, good food. good times.
instead of all that, i will be starting a new job. at a bookstore. i guess that's alright. it's not going to be as bad as my last job, that's for sure. and it'll allow me to save up money and move out into my own apartment instead of having to share.
even if all my friends were to take me out, or come over, and just sit with me, there is still something missing. something very close to my heart. something that i'm coming to realize i can't do without.
i hope that this is the last birthday that i have.